Novel & Cerita Trash Of The Count Family

A slop cart was parked right there, collecting kitchen waste from the neighborhood. The smell was something else entirely. However, I didn't have options. I clenched my teeth and climbed inside the barrel. I crouched in the dark and the stench and let the cart haul me, rocking and jolting, all the way out of town. 'Goodbye, my husband. 'Goodbye, Grand Chancellor.' - In the study, Jeremy worked through the last document and pressed his fingers to his temple. A small smile crossed his face as he set down his quill and got up, then headed toward the bedroom.

“You’re exhausting.” He grinned. “That’s my brand.” Keith lifted his glass. “To quiet nights,” he said. Trina added, “To safe nights.” Mya smiled, eyes shining. “To family.” Casey jumped in immediately. “And to babies. Two of them. Cross cousins incoming. We’re unstoppable.” Adrian sighed, but his hand slid under Trina’s for a brief squeeze. “To health,” he said quietly. Alexander lifted his glass last. He looked at Eva as he did.

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.

I didn’t respond to her smug look, keeping my eyes forward. Deep down, I was counting the days until the divorce deadline finally arrived. Mindy gave a shy smile and turned toward the restroom to change. When she emerged, the car continued on its way. It wasn’t long before we arrived at Tyler’s family home in the countryside. As I opened the car door, Rachel was already waiting at the front steps. She must have known we were coming. "Mom!" I called out, ready to grab the gifts I had carefully prepared from the trunk.

"Your aunt managed to survive because she had eaten less, though she had to be moved to the ICU after a gastric lavage. Her doctors are worried about long-term complications. "You have my condolences, Ms. Cooper." I was on the verge of becoming an orphan just yesterday, but today I truly was one. I signed the papers under Officer Lowe's supervision, claimed the bodies with their help, and arranged for cremation. An hour later, I walked away with three urns in my hands. I brought them back and arranged all four of them—Dad's and theirs—side by side in the living room. I then went to the hospital to visit Aunt Jacklyn.

I drifted over, passed through the door, and saw myself curled up among the clutter inside. I realized then that I was already dead. I had died even before Eli's countdown reached zero. I suddenly felt my memories surging toward me like tidal waves, bringing with them the musty smell of forgotten years. If there were only one piece of candy at home, it would always belong to Eli. If the only apple were cut in two, the bigger half would go to him and the smaller half to me. Eli would always have new clothes to wear, while I wore his old hand-me-downs, which were covered in patches.

I closed my eyes, letting the last shred of my attachment to family die. "Think whatever you want. But Mom, even if you kill yourself right now, I'm still telling everyone the truth about that matcha."