Novel & Cerita Jason Grace Death

Even smoking and drinking did nothing to ease his sorrow. Late that night, Cora arrived. As soon as she opened the door, the stench of cigarettes and alcohol hit her immediately, making her frown. She found Joseph sitting by the window, a fresh cigarette burning down. The ashtray before him was overflowing with butts, flanked by a cluster of empty liquor bottles. "What's wrong with you?" she asked, walking over to fling the window open to air out the room. "Grace died in a car accident. Did you know about that?" Joseph asked. After not speaking for three days, his voice was slightly hoarse.

"Don't speak nonsense! My daughter is right here. She only sprained her ankle. How can you blatantly jinx her when she's right here?" The reporter paused and took out a phone to check something. "Ms. Saddler, I think you've misunderstood. The one who died from the accident at the venue was your elder daughter, Ms. Flora Saddler, not the one beside you now." Mom's expression turned grim and displeased instantly. The reporter continued pressing, "As her spotter, you failed to notice the danger she was in in time. Regarding this, is there anything you'd like to say to the public?"

After the incident, Mom's cooking garnered yet another wave of attention online. "This is the fourth life Florence Winters has taken with her food. How potent can the food be?" "Jokes aside, I can't imagine how much despair Florence's daughter must've felt, having to watch her own fiance die right in front of her." The netizens even started looking for more similarities between my four exes. They wondered whether the men had been unfaithful to me and whether that had led to their deaths.

The ember burned on its own and slowly crawled down to his fingertips. Only when the sting of the burn pierced his skin did Jason finally rise to his feet. He seemed to have made a decision. He flicked the cigarette away and walked off, step by heavy step. He hired a cab and went straight to the cemetery on the outskirts of town. Each step up the staircase was like dragging chains. He finally stopped in front of a tombstone. Hannah’s bright and radiant smile beamed at him from the photograph, untouched by anything in the world. Jason collapsed to his knees before her grave.

All of the signs were right there, in the footage. … There was enough evidence to prove that Jason had indeed murdered his own father. He was convicted of first-degree murder and sentenced to life in prison, with all of his political rights stripped for life. Jason had lost so much weight that he looked like a skeleton when I went to visit him in prison. His face was ashen and devoid of all emotions. However, as soon as he saw me, a fire lit up in his eyes. "Hazel Youngblood! It was you! Everything was because of you, wasn't it?"

I say looking up at him. " Why do you and your mother have different surnames." " My father died when I was three, my mother remarried Jason Stanford two years later. He adopted me, but didn't want me to change my name to his. Something about continuingmy father's legacy." No. This can't be happening. " Surely not Jason Stanford of Greenbay corporation?" I ask, actively praying for a negative answer. " The one and the same. Do you know him?" I jump to my feet.

Suddenly I start to question if all of this is real again or am I dreaming. "What the hell is wrong with the two of you!" Their father growled out, glaring at the both of them. "He's the reason why Ashley is dead!! He paid that mutt to kill her!" I jump as Jason kick Brandon in his face, knocking him back to the ground. "Why!!?" Jason glares down at Brandon, not looking away. I want to go over to Jason and try to calm him down, but I'm unable to move from this spot.

People gathered around the scene. Some screamed in horror, others just stood there, oddly indifferent to everything, while a few pulled out their phones, more interested in recording the moment than understanding it. Meanwhile, Jason disappeared into the crowd. A few seconds later, he run into Grayson's house. He burst through the front door. Hoping to catch the person responsible for Grayson's death before they left, only to find it empty. Jason cursed. Whoever killed Grayson had slipped out just seconds ahead of him.

death, James—who had always been an obsessive neat freak—panicked and clutched my body, sobbing in uncontrollable grief. "Darling! Wake up! Don't scare me! We promised to grow old together. How could you be so cruel and leave me like this?" Cassandra tried to comfort him, only to be shoved aside. "Don't touch me. The only one who can touch me is El!" Later, James collapsed onto the ground, crying like a child. He bent over and spat out a mouthful of blood before passing out on the spot. The comment section was filled with people mourning our so-called love.