Novel & Cerita How Did Joseph Metheny Die

It happens to everyone. That afternoon, walking with Mrs. Kate through the lavender rows, I ask her about Sean. Not the businessman with a wall around his very being, but the boy. "He was seven when his father died," Mrs. Kate says. "David Cooper. Undiagnosed heart condition, genetic. He collapsed at a construction site and was dead within minutes before the ambulance arrived." "A heart condition?"

"Judge Carson arrested at his courthouse. Showed up for work like nothing was wrong." "Governor Brennan surrendered peacefully. His lawyer already negotiating." Each call brought relief. And exhaustion. This had consumed our lives for months. Now it was ending. But not everyone went quietly. That night, the news interrupted regular programming. "Breaking news: Richard Thornton, identified as a Covenant member, has been found dead. Apparent suicide at his Manhattan apartment." My stomach dropped. "Thornton, a Wall Street executive, was scheduled to be arrested tomorrow morning. Instead, authorities found him dead from a self-inflicted gunshot wound."

"I don't think you can." "Why not?" Joseph searched another database. His expression became grim. "Because according to public records..." "...Ezekiel Kalu died eight years ago." Silence. Samuel folded his arms. "Natural causes?" Joseph clicked another file. "Officially..." "...heart failure." Michael closed his eyes. "No." "He was healthy." "I met him two weeks before he died." Grace looked at him. "You think he was murdered." Michael nodded slowly. "If he wrote these notes..." "...someone eventually realised he knew too much."

"The chief physician at Saint Mary’s. The one who signed off on Chloe’s fake pregnancy files and took Aethelgard's half-million bribe." "What about him?" I growled, a dark, cold dread sinking straight to the bottom of my stomach. "Did he run?" "He's dead, Creighton," Miller revealed, his words hitting me like an icy bucket of water. "I just got to his high-rise apartment on the east side to serve him the court subpoena and the door was unlocked. He’s slumped over his desk with a single gunshot wound to the back of his head. The place has been ransacked."

gone. After he left the building the drive to the meeting seemed normal. Unfortunately on that night he just had to collide with a reckless driver and he died. When I asked to see his body Joseph had insisted it was not for the best as the body had been burned beyond recognition such that it was best I remember him how he was, alive. Leo was the only other individual who had been in the car along with a few other men and he had sustained multiple injuries whilst Daniel who occupied the other vehicle managed to avoid getting scathed. The days stretched on to an agonizing pace the more I struggled to function.

I'm not sure I can take much more of this. She's about to say something, then pauses like she needs to word it properly. "I believe we all live past lives and ninety-nine percent of us don't remember any of them. There are a select few who do, but like I said, most of us are oblivious." She takes a deep breath. "Josephine died of tuberculosis and it was fairly sudden. Atticus pretty much lost his mind over it. Clearly, he gave no thought to what he was about to do. He simply reacted." "So that's why Atticus killed himself," I say, not expecting confirmation.

"Thinking about that, He appeared depressed at first, and then he lost his memory. According to the doctors, he lost his memory as a result of the business's stress and depression. Later, he died in his sleep." "He died in his sleep? did you see for yourself?" "Nah, Okay, fine. I assumed he died of a heart attack. There are many rumours about his death, so if you ask others, they will tell you in their own way. Nobody knows for sure what happened." "When you don't know the cause of death, this is how you say it. It does not imply that he died as a result of his age. Didn't Mr Martinez do something?" "To be honest, Mr Martinez dislikes his father, so when he died, he simply signed the papers

"Boss, Miss Wendy's attending doctor told me that she has already passed away. She was sent to the morgue some time ago…" A loud crash echoed through the hallway. A priceless antique vase shattered into pieces. Yvette ran downstairs barefoot in panic. "Joseph, what happened?" she asked. Joseph suddenly raised his head and stared at her. There was a sternness in his eyes for the first time ever. "Wendy is dead. Do you know about this?" he asked. Panic flashed through Yvette, but she forced herself to stay calm. "How can that be? Wendy's fine. How can she be dead? There must be a mistake, right?" she asked.

The food was consumed quickly because they had many things to attend to. Joseph got a call during breakfast, and he answered. The news he heard lifted his spirit, and Ethan could see it. Not wanting to seem nosey, he did not ask his brother to share. Unknown to Ethan, Joseph had been working overtime trying to make headway pertaining to their father's murder; he had just caught a break. "Guess what," Joseph said to Ethan aloud, and everyone was attentive. "Someone that claims to remember what happened the night father was killed has come forward. He is ready to speak," He said, and everyone at the table was surprised.

Instead, he handed me a folded piece of parchment instead. “We counted the dead.” I took it and slowly, my eyes moved across the names listed there. Warriors and guards. Then, Josephine. The sight of her name written so plainly made my chest tighten painfully. Below it was another name. Elder Thorne. I stared at it longer than expected. After everything, that was how he died. Not through some grand battle. Not through years of careful revenge. Not even by my hands. Just one redirected spear. Just a stupid accident… and he died like that.