Is Percy's Mom Dead Novels & Stories

Chapter 483 He looked directly into my eyes, "But I know one thing." "What?" I asked. "We don't have proof that she's dead." I nodded. "And until we have proof, I'm going to keep looking." Mom entered shortly afterward with Lucian, Liam and Carmen. She had clearly heard what happened because the moment she saw my face, she hurried toward me, "What did they say?" I looked at her, "They want to declare Athena dead." Mom froze, "No……. No….. They can’t…."

But just as he was about to leave the compound, a faint, weak voice reached his ears from a nearby room. "Percy… help me… please…" His steps halted. That voice sounded like his mother. At first, he thought he was hallucinating. Sensing something was wrong, Percy forced himself to move, staggering toward the room where the voice had come from. And then he saw Margaret trapped inside the metal cage, sprawled on the floor, barely clinging to life. "Mom?! What… how did you…" Panicked, Percy stumbled forward and slammed his hand against the release button. The heavy locks disengaged with a metallic clang, and he rushed inside, dragging her limp body out of the trap.

It seemed that the feeling was mutual as Marcus showed no reaction at all to what his mom said. “Mom, do you have anything important to tell me?” he asked impatiently not interested to know about Alyssa Van Every, of all people on earth. His dad, Jonathan Donnelly died of a cardiac arrest and Nicholas handled his business, so his colleague from Yester years didn’t interest him at all. Before his mom could answer him, his granny called her and she walked away leaving him alone with the enemy’s sister. “Why are you here, Van Every?” he gritted out, making Alyssa’s eyes widen with panic. He knew her!

My soul slowly drifted out of my body, hovering blankly in midair. Did I… just die? So death was this light. I didn't feel the slightest trace of pain. Right then, the top student in our grade, Rachel White, carefully pushed through the crowd and hurried over to Mom, clutching her own medicine box in her hand. "Ms. Lodge, we all brought our meds. I don't need mine, so I can give this to Penelope. She seems like she—"

As she uttered these words, she tightened her hold on him, as if trying to merge their two forms into one, vowing silently to never let him go. After an intimate moment spent in each other's arms, Alfred pulled back slightly, shifting to sit on the edge of his bed. Looking up at his mother with wide, questioning eyes, he inquired, "Where have you been, Mom?" His young mind was unable to reconcile with the abrupt absence of his mother, a constant presence in his life until now.

"And the day Rhea died? You were too busy messing around with me to answer your son's call. That's why he starved to death!" She threw her head back, laughing hysterically. Tears ran down her face as she clutched her stomach, completely unhinged. Her confession? Yeah, it aired out everything. Now everyone in the room knew Bill had bailed on his family for this woman—and that his neglect had killed us. Luca tugged at my hand. "Mommy, Daddy's scary. Why is he choking Miss Pegg?" "It's okay, Luca," I whispered, trying to steady my voice. "Don't look." But when I glanced down, my hands were trembling, and my feet were starting to fade, going see-through like mist. Our time here was slipping away

The intense physical shock from the bungee jump yesterday was the final straw that caused acute heart failure and resulted in her death. As Mom stared at the dense list of medical conditions on the autopsy report, memories from when I was a kid flooded her mind. When I was little, I used to cry and tell her that I felt sick, but Nova's alarm would accuse me of lying. So, Mom would lock me in my room and forbid me from taking medication or going to the doctor. When my stomach hurt and I couldn't finish my meals, she would call me a picky liar and force me to choke down the food anyway.

"What? Did she run away because I brought Cathy back?" My breath caught in my throat, and when I finally spoke, it came out as a scream—raw, broken. "No! She's dead! She died because of you!" The room went still. Mike stood frozen. "What… what did you just say?" He had never seen me like this before, never seen me unravel so completely. For the first time, I saw something close to panic in his eyes. "Jess, don't lie to me. Your mom was fine. She was fine."

"Please, I beg you. Dr. Moore has already agreed. Just sign the paper, and we can immediately transfer the kidney from another hospital for your mom. As long as she survives, I'll step forward to explain! I'll make sure no one criticizes you!" Ethan also spoke up coldly. "Didn't you save that patient already? Now it's Mom's turn, right?" I was about to shake my head in refusal, but the office door suddenly burst open. A nurse rushed in, panicked. "Dr. Mitchell's mother just passed away!" The four of us immediately rushed to the ward. By the time we arrived, the ECG had gone flat. Mom was completely gone. Dad, drained of all his strength, collapsed to the floor in despair. Tears poured from h

"Sherry! Please wake up, Sherry! I promise not to be stubborn in the future. I won't insist on keeping any dogs as pets. Please don't leave me behind!" She cried until her voice was broken, and her tears would not stop falling. My hair and cheek were wet with her tears, but I could no longer reply to anything she said. My mother's knees went weak as she fell and sat on the ground. She stared at me in a daze while muttering, refusing to believe the truth in front of her. "No… This isn't possible. Sherry can't be dead. She's just putting up an act to trick me into giving in to her. She must be trying to force me into compromising!"