Rico Yan Cause Of Death Mga Nobela at Kwento

Ryan remembered very vividly that in the police station that day, Martin had said to Dickson, "My family doesn't owe your family anything. It's your family who owes us. I swear I'll take back everything you owe us." Martin knew the truth back then, for William told him about it. He let go of what happened back then, but it didn't mean that he had no hate for the Yanceys. Not long after that, Dickson died in a car accident. Ryan sank deep into sorrow. Because of the conspiracies in the government institutions, Ryan had Dickson work in the business field instead. But he didn't expect his second son to die, too.

"You don't want her to know because.." "She will sacrifice herself!" Matteo finished for Wyatt, both their eyes on me, filled with the same overwhelming sense of regret. Suddenly, I understood: I had been the reason Ricky had been killed; I was also the reason Ryan had lost his hand. I was the cause of Ryan's outrage, not Matteo; Matteo was just the one taking the brunt of his anger.

I pointed to the picture on the wall. Her eyes began to water. “Yes, he was.” My heart skipped a beat. “Was? What happened?” “Detective Reynaldo Grant, died in a plane crash coming back from Atlanta three years ago. You two were like brothers, practically inseparable. Which is why you refused to replace him, until you took an instant liking to me,” she smiled sweetly, trying desperately to erase the frown plastered upon my face. “Why did he go to Atlanta?” “He seemed rather disturbed before he left. The only thing he said was that it was an urgent matter.”

He asked with so much irritation. "That's why we need to clear the child, special or not special!" I said to him "Ryan, are you okay?" I asked him as his quietness was bothering me. "He killed him!" He cried as he turned to face me with red shot eyes. "Who?" I asked. "He killed him and had the guts to send his body to me!" He yelled. "Who? What?" "Cain is dead!"

For the first time since I had met Ryan, he looked angry and just a little dangerous. "You want off the record?" Jackson scowled. "I'll give it to you. He either died of an overdose or was murdered." Murdered? I tensed at the word, every muscle balled up so tight I thought I'd shatter if I tried to move. What could be wrong with these people? And why was murdering someone a normal routine for them.

Juan's froze. Shock was written all over his face in an instant. "What did you say?" he asked, his voice taking on a low but rough tone. Ricardo repeated the words, and this time, they hit Juan like a punch to the gut. "Rocco is dead." "No..." "He didn't survive," Ricardo said. "He took the impact on the driver's side. It was instant." The silence that followed that statement was long. Juan's jaw clenched tightly, his teeth grinding together. He was holding his breath, the sound of his gasps and growls mingling in his throat.

“Oh my God, are you serious? He’s not in prison because he’s dead. Yuan is dead. I already told you this, didn’t I? Did you just forget, or were you really not listening to me?” I froze when I heard that. My chest hammered hard as I processed her words. I felt my shoulders slump, and I immediately looked at her. “What?” I asked her one more time. “Yuan is dead. He died when they rescued you that day. He shot at you, so Peter got revenge. Dead on arrival. Uncle Timothy and Enrique Lim escaped,” she explained to me.

“Yana, you know I am the breadwinner in the family and my dad already died a year ago.” “Uncle Jose?” Yana was in shock. “Yes, Papang died due to high blood and diabetes.” “Why I did not even know that?” “He was not here when it happened. He went home in his province and his family took him and placed his remains alongside with his family descendance. “I am sorry to hear that Jorge.” Yana sympathized. “That’s why I decided to stop from senior high school. But, do not worry about me because I am doing well and I have started working since May.” Jorge shared.

That weekend, after we finalized the divorce at the courthouse, she hurried off after taking a phone call. I, too, received a call—this time from the police. They said the cause of Ryan's sudden heart attack had been investigated and clarified. He had collapsed outside a hotel and was rushed to the hospital. I had suspected it hadn't been an accident. After listening to Ryan's recording with Rebecca, I had unintentionally discovered another audio file in his folder.

Ryan was silent and did not respond to Doctor Rin's words. "Mr Ryan...?" asked Doctor Rin a little confused. "Hmm, who knows about this matter?" asked Mr. Ryan to make sure. "Only me and the security guards are on guard, Sir," answered Doctor Rin. Doctor Rin didn't say that Eren was involved in this matter. "Then what about the condition of the patient C002?" asked Mr. Ryan. "He's dead sir..." Doctor Rin answered while glancing at Eren who was responsible for the patient's death.