Novel & Cerita Jason Todd Death

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 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."

All of them even tried to avoid it like the plague. Later the man called Bart Asher died of a disease attack as soon as he was thrown into prison. Everyone knew what was going on. It was definitely not Jason, because someone did not want him to live. The reason why they did not want him to live was that they did not want Jason to know that they had something to do with the man called Bart Asher. Second Uncle walked over and smiled as he gave Jordan and Arden each a cigarette. "Jason, I'm busy. Thank you very much. I'll keep your kindness in mind." Second Uncle looked at Jason and said.

“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.

I have a perfect wife and the most beautiful kids in the world. Rosy’s addiction was finally cured. Really cured. She had no more crises, but her desire for me never changed over the years. We are each other’s addiction even without the drug. Till today, Dr. Mehra still calls her the Medical Miracle. Speaking of the drug, three years ago, we got the news of Jason’s death in prison. He stabbed himself to death. I mourned the friend I once had, but I didn’t mourn the monster he’d become.

But I couldn't even feel sorry for her—not her, who tried so hard to make my life a real hell. “Is she really dead..?” I asked Jason, still in a somewhat eager voice. I wasn't believing it, I wasn't believing that it had really come to an end. After all that confusion that had happened so recently, it was normal for me to think that I was still under threat from Kendall. “She's really dead, yes, my love, this has come to an end,” Jason replied, placing a kiss on my forehead. I hugged him and cried profusely, thanking God that I was finally free now.

"In his house. Days after he passed away." "Ha!" The sound escaped me involuntarily. I couldn't deny the shock that rippled through me at his words. This was horrible. Regardless of what Jared had done, death was never something to celebrate. Jason continued, anticipating my question before I could ask how he died. "Pancreatic cancer," he explained quietly. "His illness was apparently already in its fourth stage when he learned about it. He locked himself in his house until his last breath." I remembered with a pang of guilt how I had once wished him dead in some awful way.