Novel & Cerita Jason Todd Death

Then she walked up to me, viciously grinding her foot into my wound, using my blood as ink to press down her handprint. After finishing all this, she revealed a cruel smile. "Let him go," she ordered the security guards before saying to me, "John, you know? Your look of despair was just like your mother's before she died. On the day I went to court to declare you dead, I deliberately delivered the good news to your mother. Who would have thought that she'd be so frail? She passed away due to a heart attack." Nora did not have an ounce of pity on her face, only provocation.

Nora's voice came through, quiet and strained, like she was holding back tears. "Jason, I'm not asking you to come back." A beat. "Just answer me." Her voice shook so hard the last words barely came out. "I'm kind of scared." The message ended. Silence swallowed the car. Jason sat there until the memory hit him. That night, he'd been reshooting Mabel's birthday video in the snowy mountains. In the clip, Mabel blew out the candles while Jason looked straight into the camera. "If someone needs me, I'll always be there."

When Benji's funeral was over, I headed to the hospital right away. Rosalind Lane's son, Kenneth Young, resided in a VIP ward. His arm was bandaged, and he could be seen chatting with Rosalind and Joshua animatedly. Joshua's expression crashed instantly the moment he saw me. He hurried out of the ward afterward. "Who told you to come here? Kenny's condition has just stabilized! Don't cause trouble for us, now!" "Joshua Tucker, your son is dead, and yet all you care about is another woman's son!" I roared at Joshua hysterically, earning shocked looks from Rosalind and Kenneth.

I looked at him in pain before dropping to the ground. "You shouldn't have done anything," Jason said and ran away leaving me in my pool of blood. Another clip was about to be shown when the security team of Juhani Hotel managed to cut the connection and I burst into tears of relief. "Oh my God, is Jason's brother the boy that died from the rooftop? I think so but didn't the grown-up cover it? Didn't Tycelyn, Anthony, and the other elite parents cover it?" Some people said around me but I was confused, I couldn't remember what they were saying, why the fuck is everything so blurry in my memory!!

I quickly grabbed her, holding her close as she went numb. She didn't cry or scream again; she just sat there, frozen in shock, as I held her tightly. I didn't know what to say or do, so I just held her, trying to offer what little comfort I could. As we sat in stunned silence, the news anchor continued to speculate about the circumstances surrounding Jason's death. "It's unclear at this time what led to the murder of Jason Sutherland," he said. "But sources close to the investigation say that Jason had been involved in an altercation with several inmates just days before his death."

Jason did have the capital. "Yes, I want to have a short talk with you." said Gusto, looking at Madison. Madison looked up at Gusto, and there was a hint of mist in his eyes. "Is there any news about him?" Madison asked. She knew that in the past year, Gusto had never given up searching for him. In fact, she was definitely not the only one in pain. When the news of Jason’s death came, Gusto was also heartbroken. It was exaggerated to say that he grew grey overnight, but that night, this man, who was usually in high spirits, really became older.

“Where is Dot?” “Sadly, he's dead in a crossfire with Zane man and-” “Did anyone get caught?” “Ted-” Immediately, Jason cut off the call and went to his contact list, dialed a number, and waited for an answer. “Long time no contact. Who do you want dead?” A deep voice asked gruffly.

CHLOE’S POV The morgue was cold. This place had seen too many deaths. I wondered if it could ever be warm again. I stood in front of the viewing window, staring at what remained of my stepbrother. Jason.Or what used to be Jason. They’d found him in pieces. Literally. In a warehouse on the east side, dumped like garbage, his body broken beyond recognition in places. The medical examiner said he’d been tortured before he died. Extensively.

Eric took a shaky breath and spoke quickly, “Yvonne is dead. The bone marrow donation left her paralyzed from the waist down, so she couldn’t get out of the fire. A collapsing beam crushed her spine… “And then... she was burned to death…” “No!” The word tore from Jason’s throat like a scream. Then he hurled the phone across the room. No. It was impossible! It had to be a lie! It was all a lie! He had to find Yvonne! His vision turned red, and instinctively, he burst through the doors. “Watch out!” Crash! The deafening screech of tires split the air. The impact sent Jason flying through the air.

I asked him gently, "Sir, do we know each other?" Jason looked at me, stunned. Then, he looked at the happy family of three. After a long moment, he said dryly, "No, we don't." Then, he turned around and left. My husband and I looked at each other in confusion. Jason died three days later. He passed away at the train station. His body cowered in a ball. He did not enter the station, neither did he buy a ticket. No one knew where he wanted to go or where he came from.