Miles Edgeworth Chooses Death Novels & Stories

Anaya picked up a napkin and cleaned her hands and mouth, then asked, “Edith, what happened the night before the accident I and my husband were involved in?" Edith remained quiet for a moment, then answered with as much courage as she could muster, “My lord and my lady discussed their plans to go visit the Mortimer mansion in Willow Crest to offer condolences for the alpha's death at the dinner table; afterwards, they both slept together, and that was it." “Oh? What path did we take exactly, and at what point did the accident happen?" Anaya asked with a stern look. “A path toward the south of the city, through the woods. I'm not sure what point the accident was because I was only a maid and

But her body was now ravaged by muscle decay, leaving her without even the strength to stand, let alone do anything to Cedric. Cedric cast her a scornful look and shot back, "The one who deserves to die is you! Why did you have to collapse at the most critical moment of the wedding? I was this close to becoming your husband!" … Miriam left the detention center in dejection, Cedric's screams still ringing in her ears. Meanwhile, Edwina's career continued to flourish, and she eventually acquired Wiley Group. I, in turn, dedicated myself to the field of medicine and earned notable awards at a young age.

While I was transporting the sculpture away, I felt extremely agitated looking at the snapped finger. Before receiving the DNA analysis report, I still had hopes that this person might not be Hazel. Even animals would not harm their young. No matter how cruel the Larsons could be, they would not possibly do such a thing. Yet, I had underestimated a person's greed. When Layla's mother took out the suicide note in the police station, I was close to crumbling and falling apart at that point. I knew what I was looking at was forged, and I knew that Hazel had died in their hands. Yet, there was nothing I could do.

He handed me the phone, recording still running. Perfect. I faced Myles again. He blinked at me through watery eyes. “Edward… please… I—I told you everything… plea—” I cut him off with a tilt of my head. “You know,” I said quietly, “you’re lucky.” His confusion flickered. “Lucky Mic died during the shooting,” I continued. “Because if he were alive, I’d have the luxury of beating both of your bloodlines into the ground.” Myles’s face crumpled.

I suddenly found it so hard to breathe. I could feel my heartbeat rising….. and later it would slowly fall. The death which I have been talking about is here. Here to take me to its land. I wanted to struggle, but it ended up being so useless, so I gave up. Edward died at my hands and his death was because of me…… and now I'm also leaving this world. Sophia wouldn't have a Dad, and she also wouldn't have a mother anymore. DEATH!.... Why are you cruel?

As the door closed behind her, Edwin leaned back in his chair, heaving a sigh of relief. "So," he muttered under his breath,"Garrett is now watching and Miles is doing just fine with his facade." Edwin immediately sent for Ralph who was at his duty post. In no time, Ralph arrived at Edwin's study. His shoulders stood up high. He walked like nothing had happened to his shoulders. He did not wait to be invited in. Edwin was standing by the window when he walked in. His arms were crossed and his expression was unreadable. "You have heard of Miles' lie," Edwin said without turning around. "Haven't you?"

A smile flickered at the edge of his mouth, he once had a frame of himself and Everly. “Would things ever return to the way it was?” he conceived and lowered his gaze. If only he could rewind and pick up the pieces of life he left behind. “You're going to need this.” Murat Mohr cut through his thoughts and lifted his arms towards Edwin with what seemed like an identity card. “Huh?” Edwin narrowed his gaze. “You're a dead man, remember?” Edwin seemed to have forgotten so soon as he exhaled deeply, that night could have sent his name down the list of those In the pool of history.