Mr. williams! madame is dying Novels & Stories

Which meant it was probably a lie. --- For the first time in my life... I felt absolutely nothing for him. No love. No sadness. No regret. Nothing. The man I once loved no longer existed. And maybe he never had. --- Suddenly a maid rushed into the room. Her face was pale. "Sir!" Camden frowned. "What is it?" The maid looked terrified. "There's someone outside asking for Madam Maddie." My brows furrowed. "For me?" The maid nodded nervously. "Yes."

I wanted answers, but more than anything, I wanted him. I turned toward the door and said we needed to find him. Adrian agreed we would. But Mrs. Williams said we couldn’t, and when I asked why, she said it was because he was already dead. My heart dropped as I reminded her she had just said he’d disappeared. She said he had. I asked how she could be so sure he was dead, then, and she looked at the floor and admitted she had been there.

he threatens. "The last day I met her, she was laying on the bed, she was so weak by the poison that she couldn't even sit up" Madam stares at the far wall as if she can still see her. "One thing I always amdired about her was her intelligence. She found out that she was being poisoned, but her will to live had died long ago. So she didn't utter a word to Marcello" Madam reveals.

“The man who used this room died this morning?” My heart dropped straight into my stomach. “Died?” “Yeah,” she looked at me over. “Do you want to claim his body?” Claim his body? His? “I'm sorry,” I tried to laugh. “My mother Miss Carter was in this room. This was her room.” She shook her head. “Mr Williams died of cancer this morning. Are you his daughter, Michelle?” I lost it. I rushed to her. “You better tell me where my mother is or I swear you are going to regret it.”

"Call me Daddy, baby." "My name is Madeline, but you can call me Madie!" "I know, no need to tell me." "But I wanted you to know my name! How about you? What's your name, mister?" "Mister?" "Yeah. You look old." "Do I?" "Yeah! You look so old you could be my daddy!" "You don't know what you're wishing for, Madie." "Wishing for? It's not my birthday, why would I wish for something?"

The voice echoed through the entire hall. "Sir! Madam… she’s gone!" Silence. Dead silence. Lucian clenched the phone, his voice strained. "W-what do you mean… 'gone'?" "Madam is dead! Sir, please come quickly!" The phone slipped from his hand and hit the ground. Lucian staggered, barely able to stand, as Nolan rushed to support him.

Rose spoke, Risa answered the call and began talking, "What?!" She yelled, we all stood up in alarm, what happened now?, "Okay, I will let everyone know" she said before she hang up and turned to us "What happened?" I asked, by the look of her face, I knew she had bad news "Did something happen to Sofia?" Rose asked when Risa didnt answer me "Its not Sofia,,, its Mr Madison, he is dead" she said "What?" Rose and I asked at the same time "What happened?" I asked

“Yes, it was butler Williams” “When I got older and investigated the call, I figured that it was him who had answered the call at that time”. “So, on that day, after I called him and told him that I was looking for the Madam of the villa, he became furious and lashed out at me, telling me that it was daring of me to call the villa and joke about something as serious as looking for the Madam of the villa, who had died. He hung up the call on me before I could say anything else, and that was the last time I heard from him”.

"Someone... will come for you." Hamilton’s laugh was cold, almost cruel. "Let them come," she said flatly. "It doesn’t matter anymore." And with that, Mr. Williams’ body crumpled to the ground, his final breath leaving him as the last vestiges of life slipped away. The men around Hamilton stood motionless, watching the scene unfold with empty eyes. Hamilton took a slow, deliberate step forward, her heels clicking sharply against the cold concrete floor. "Rest in peace, old friend," she muttered, her voice void of any remorse. "Your debt’s been paid."

Emma gently patted her back, and Draco quickly came over. A maid brought a copper basin over, and the coughing finally subsided after a while. "I thought I might live a few more years," the Third Madam spoke between breaths, "But now, it seems there aren't many days left..." In her previous life, the Third Madam passed away after Draco went through an unexpected incident. Draco had been saved, but the Third Madam had unintentionally contracted an illness. Could nothing change? Emma held the Third Madam's hand tightly, wearing a comforting smile. "No, that's not true. You'll live to be a hundred years old."