Novel & Cerita How Did The Parents Die In Bly Manor

"Dad, look! Please!" Dad opened the door, looking completely bewildered by Mr. Gardner's deathly pale face. "What's wrong, Mr. Gardner?" Mr. Gardner gripped the doorframe with one hand and pointed a trembling finger toward our backyard with the other. His voice shook uncontrollably as he said, "I-It's your son, Ewan! I-I think he hanged himself!" Dad went rigid. He followed the direction of Mr. Gardner's finger and pulled open the curtains.

The door to my parents’ suite remained open. “Papa?” I knocked softly to no answer. /Cillian, I am so sorry/ Vez said, realising before I did that my world had been knocked from its axis, shattered like porcelain. On the double bed, wrapped in each other’s arms, were my parents. My mother wore his white shirt, forever hating silk pyjamas, while my father was bare chested, holding her close to him. Except they were no longer breathing. A pinprick with a small trail of blood was visible from each of their necks and even from the doorway I could smell the lethal wolfsbane. No shifter healing could overcome a concentrated dose.

“What happened?” Natalie exhaled, rubbing her temples like she was trying to shake off a bad memory. “There was a man—someone Alec’s father trusted. Someone he shouldn’t have. He was involved in things Alec’s father wanted no part of, but by the time he realized that, it was too late. One night, Alec came home to find his parents and his brother dead.” My stomach churned. I couldn’t picture it. Couldn’t imagine what that must have been like.

“Probably. Their body was next to each other when we found them. Some of us here thought they’d killed themselves because the last time they came here to drink coffee, they looked so sad.” “When they died?” “Fifteen years ago.” The old man’s response made him think. He thought the reason for their death was possibly the demon who was still there in the town during that time. Yric’s parents might have tried exorcising the demon after figuring out the cause of the abduction and ended up dying. “Do they own a house here?” “Yes. His parents built the house with the help of the whole town. It is still standing.” “Where is their house?” he asked lastly.

Plod had not an ounce of colour in his face, but he had seen the carnage first-hand. I rushed ahead and opened the door nearest to Vera’s private Ashington pew box, then led the way to her pew and opened its door to let Vera and Sid through. I sat beside Vera. The two peacekeepers stood in front of the pew box, and looked at Sid. Our village policeman began. 'This morning, Millie’s father went to your parents’ house and found them both dead. Forensic experts are working on how it all happened, but first impressions indicate that your father killed your mother and then took his own life.'

In less than an hour, she’d be walking into that cemetery very much alive, ready to confront the man who’d destroyed her family. Her phone buzzed again: Almost time for the resurrection. Blair looked at the monitor showing her own funeral procession and felt a cold determination settle in her chest. She texted back: Uncle Peter’s about to get the shock of his life. And hopefully, in that shock, he’d finally tell the truth about what he’d done to her parents. “Let’s go catch a killer,” she said to Rogers. “Let’s go,” he agreed, and the van picked up speed toward the cemetery.

On the ground, my father and my mother were on their knees, bound with silver ropes and bleeding from cuts I could not see because their whole body was caked in blood –both dried and fresh. My eyes drifted from them to Derek who was sitting on the plush chair meant for the alpha of the pack. “Wh…what is going on?” I asked tentatively. Derek stands and walks towards me. “Do you really not know?” I shake my head. “Yesterday, the bodies of Mr. Campbell and his wife was found in a pool of blood and silver daggers plunged into each of their chests. The investigation revealed that they were killed by your parents because of a dispute about unpaid wages.” I gasped. Mr. Campbell was a rich and promi

I slowly tried to sneak into the stairs. " Well, let's see who's coming?" my aunt's voice ringed in my ears as the hall lights turned on in a second. " Hi, Aunt Lydia. Did you finish your work? How's your day?" I innocently asked her. She's still in a heavy coat with many spell books on the chair. She's always busy helping many non-witches in Slateville to do some powerful spells. You know what, that's how my parents died. Doing some dark spell which drained all their powers. They both died on the same day. That's all I know.

"Her whole family is dead." My tears flowed like a faucet. I was trembling so much, I can't stop my sobs. I shuddered, in disbelief. Even after everything I’ve heard in the study, my brain didn’t fully accept that information. I don't want to believe it, but since Pápa himself said it today, I know it could be possible. And it is not something he would joke about! "W-What are you saying, Dad?" "Their whole manor was burned last night. They are dead, Ameira."

“ What happened to me? The younger me, how did I end up with the Sawyers?” Taking a deep breath, Kimble answered, “ Well, our parents were good friends with the Sawyers. They did business together and went on vacation together; if you see my parents out, you will see the Sawyers. That's how it was.” He looked back at Merrick for a moment before he continued, “ Until it wasn't. To this day, we don't know what happened. There was a charity event that the Sawyer and our parents were supposed to go…” Merrick took over from him since he seemed to be struggling to continue. “ But the Sawyers canceled at the last minute, my parents decided to go with you anyway, and not even ten minutes in the driv