Paano Namatay Si Mama Mary Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Ethan, do you know how Mary died? That day, when Denise and I both fell from the balcony, you thought it was just us who were hurt, didn't you?" Her voice dropped, filled with venom. "But it wasn't just us. Mary had a heart attack, right there on the path you drove down to rush Denise to the hospital. You didn't even notice her—your own daughter, lying there, calling out for you. 'Dad, Dad.' But you were too busy with your precious Denise to hear her.

However, no matter where they went, they were never able to fully leave me behind, as those painful memories of me tormented them constantly. The last of my consciousness appeared in my mother's prison cell. She aged terribly, and the look in her eyes was blank. Her cellmates had left for lunch, leaving her lying in bed alone. When the prison guard woke her up, she did not react, and upon closer inspection, the prison guard realized my mother had died of sorrow. That was when my soul started to vanish, and right before the last of my consciousness disappeared, I saw my mother, and she saw me too. "Sherry, is that you? Have you forgiven me?"

"Get the pill out of her! It must be poison!" While Dean was saying that, Mary tried hard to swallow the pill down her throat. She smiled in satisfaction. "My mom died swallowing this pill. Even if you force the poison out of me, I won't survive, because… this poison is lethal. Just a bit can kill a person." Then, she slowly walked to the chair and sat down. She leaned back, waiting for death to arrive. Dean looked in shock and fear. The assistant stood in front of Mary, not knowing what to do.

Mama Chika sighed as the tears started once again. “No.” Mary screamed as she collapsed. Brent caught her as she gripped him and held him tight. Mama Chika was leaning forward in the chair, elbow on her knee as her fingers held the bridge of her nose. She knew the pain her daughter was going through and wished she could have taken it from her. She was going to try but knew if he decided to come after him he had every right to kill him. “Brent take your mother to her room and then go pack.” Mama Chika spoke only once Mary’s wails had calmed down. She got up and stirred the soup they would share that night.

''Come, let's go to our room,” He said to Kate and took her up to their room; he waited till she changed and snuggled in bed with her for a while, when he felt she was asleep, he stood up and left. ''How did he die?” Liam asked Mary as they sat outside in the cold night. She sighed; ''He wasn't sick, he just died like that, father was a strong man, he wouldn't want to leave us that way and without saying goodbye.” Mary mourned, using her hankie to wipe her eyes. Liam was quiet for a moment, his mind in deep thoughts, “Are we going to run an autopsy, to know the cause of death?” Mary grew silent, from Liam’s tone, it seemed as though he did not believe he had died naturally.

Jake’s laughter rang out, cruel and mocking, as if he were savoring every second of Mario’s devastation. Mom? How? My chest tightened painfully as I stared at the unfolding nightmare. Mario’s agonized scream shattered the air. “No! No! No! Mom!” His voice cracked with raw grief as he clutched Mary’s lifeless body, shaking her as if he could bring her back to life. But she didn’t move. She would never move again. It was all becoming horrifyingly clear. Mary… was Mario’s mother. The mother he had believed dead for years. But how? How had she ended up here, in Jake’s

Before I could answer I heard Mary talk to the man, “he lost his mom, just leave him alone. I’ll get you the bastard’s body. Just go.” The man left and Mary opened the door. She was wearing a large shirt. Her body was covered in cuts, bruises, burns and blood. She had seen a lot of battle. The scar where my father’s men had slit her throat was still visible. Fucking hell, was that poetic justice? My father’s mate slicing her own throat?! She nodded at me, “I’m sorry for your loss.” She started dragging Norman by his feet to the door. “Why the fuck are you here?” I growled, clutching my mother’s body.

“Samuel, I never thought it would come to this. The medical team had just arrived. I failed her...” “Enough.” Grandpa cut him off. “Why keep an account of who owes who? God settles our accounts for us.” Daddy stood there a while longer, then finally left with Auntie Benita. I looked up at Grandpa. “Grandpa, is Mommy dead?” Grandpa was quiet for a moment, then answered, “Yes. She left her love to you, and an empty shell to death.” Grandpa wouldn’t lie to me, so Mommy really was dead.

I fooled myself into believing that I didn't want anything to do with it, yet here I was chasing after shadows, hoping it would turn out to be him. “Mam!” One of the nurses who attended to me at the receptionist called towards me, “Mary had been pronounced dead and would be buried within the grounds as requested before her death, and she asked that I pass this over to you,” she added. I swallowed hard before receiving the card with shaky hands; she was indeed dead, although I had seen her last moments with my own eyes. You believe the doctors could have done something to give her more time, but maybe it was better that way. What use would it be to be given more time just to wait for death?.