Trash Of Count's Family の小説・ストーリー

She stood there blankly but the robot dog in her arms was still barking, so the sight was strangely funny. Her face pale, she unconsciously stepped back, trying to escape this chaotic vortex. "Stop!" A hoarse roar came from Dad. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared fixedly at my already cold corpse on the operating table. Then, he looked at his wife struggling on the floor and his son howling with his head in his hands. He suddenly charged at Carrie and grabbed her throat, his voice filled with endless regret and madness. "It's your fault! It's all your fault! You ruined our family! Give me back my Jasmine!"

I was planning to ride out those last days in peace, detached and unbothered, but no—Betty just had to bring the drama. She shattered my dad's urn. The ashes spilled everywhere, but it wasn't enough for her. Nope. Her cat strutted in, did its business right on the remains, and Betty? She had the audacity to grin. "Daphne, look! The ashes make great litter for my cat!" And just like that, all the grief, the rage, everything I'd been holding back exploded. I just grabbed the baseball bat behind the door and swung. The crack of impact was satisfying, but Betty's scream? Even better. She stumbled back, pale as a ghost, scrambling to get away.

"I'm done arguing over that. Dad's paintings and my trophies are still in there, and I'm taking them with me." Adeline's gaze nervously flickered before she started stammering. It was Tracie who answered and calmly told the truth. "Everett found that junk an eyesore and threw it out ages ago. There's nothing else you own in the room." Fury erupted in my chest. The family photos, paintings from Dad, and trophies I had with Mom at the kindergarten fairs were some of the few tangible memories they had left me. For countless sleepless nights, I had clung to these objects as I missed Mom and Dad, but to Adeline and Everett, they were just trash!

Lisa blew up after listening, calling me a seductress, accusing me of trying to steal her husband. I didn't bother explaining—she went straight onto my block list. After that, the Vance family business flourished. I ignored the Huxley family entirely, but they never found peace. Having lost the company, Alistair tried to rebuild. Without capital, he had to beg for loans. Once a Huxley scion, people might have indulged him before—but now, no one took him seriously. I happened to attend a gathering and saw him humiliated by wealthy heirs, forced to dance in women's skirts. He spotted me and tried to hide, but I barely glanced in his direction.

The more of those I could forget, the better off I'd be. The outside world ceased to exist in Carson's garage. His parents knew what we were doing and left us alone. We kept the garage closed so we didn't bother the neighbors, but we could still see through the windows at the top. So, when headlights appeared in the driveway, none of us thought anything of it. Ethan continued to ramble about shifty females, Carson sat in his chair with a dopey grin on his face, and I took another puff of the joint just as the door into the house opened.

The oak tree, a silent witness to the tragedy, seemed to bow in mourning, its branches rustling like whispered condolences. As the ceremony concluded and the villagers dispersed, the family remained, their grief too profound to bear alone. James, Isabella, and Cassia stood together by the oak tree, their pain an unspoken bond that connected them in this profound moment of loss. In the days that followed the burial of young Alex, the family's home in Cedarbrook felt emptier than ever before. The weight of their loss pressed upon them like a relentless storm, and each day seemed a relentless battle against the gaping void left by their beloved son and brother.

"It's my son. He's looking for you." "Tiffany, you should've told me sooner," Henry said. "I tracked you through the satellite phone. I'm stuck in the combat zone, so I called in favors. They should be there now. I even dragged my dad along." "Yeah, they're here. Thank you, sir," I said calmly, then handed the phone back. I pointed straight at Marshall. "That's him. He destroyed my family's graves. He desecrated my grandfather and abused my brother." Gina still had no sense of danger. She clearly thought all these officials lived off Marshall's taxes.

Jones said, “I am sorry, I shouldn’t have mentioned it. Sean don’t think about that disaster anymore. Do you want to continue to play chess?” Sean stood up and said, “Forget it, I am done with it. I am exhausted and need to sleep.” Jones sighed as he watched Sean enter the bedroom. Sean had been through a lot of hardship in his life. His father died while he was a child, and his only son died when he was in his forties. Plus, his grandson had an even worse temper than he did. As a result, the Collins rarely had that joyous atmosphere. The last time anyone in the Collins family laughed joyfully was when Zayden and Alice were dating.

After his father’s death, his mother also eventually passed away. In just one night, Roxanne went from never having to worry about food or clothing to the state Cindy was in last time. Her brother, Frank, was disheartened and became a cynical man. He saw through the evils of materialism, while Roxanne blamed Cindy for everything that happened. If it were not for Cindy, they would not have ended up with a broken family and their parents would not have died.

It was clear that there was no living soul. Tracy went to her parents’ neighbour, the Bright family. She knocked on the door and Mr Bright opened the door and asked, “How may I help you, young lady?” Mr Bright was Tracy’s father’s friend. Tracy felt ashamed when she saw that Uncle Bright didn’t recognize her and replied, “Good afternoon, Sir. I am looking for the Cane family. Do you know where I can find them?” Mr Bright looked at Tracy for a long time and replied, “The Cane couple passed away twenty years ago.