Uncle Owen And Aunt Beru Death の小説・ストーリー

If they had known that day, maybe they wouldn't have left on that awful day. They had no idea. They didn't make it past noon. They died at 10:00 am on September 11, 2001. That morning, my aunt and uncle came with sad expressions, and their eyes were red. Why are they crying, I thought? They told me. I remember. No, you\'re lying.\" They can\'t be.\" Oh, sweetheart, we are so sorry my aunt Diane choked up saying...\" I got up and ran out the door and into their bedroom, and I locked their door.

And we begin. What emerges over the next four hours, document by document, is a portrait of a man fighting a war he understood better than anyone around him while knowing that the odds were almost entirely against him. The original share certificate, dated 1995, transferring beneficial ownership of a stake in the Blackwood family trust from a nominee holder to Robert Vale in settlement of a private arrangement — an arrangement whose nature is described in a handwritten addendum as a debt of gratitude from the family patriarch, Cornelius Blackwood, in connection with a business matter that Vale had managed with, in Cornelius's own words, exceptional integrity. Cornelius Blackwood had been dea

He scanned the room, looking at everyone like they were already dead. Leo paid no heed to his uncle’s expression at all. He pointed at me and started to complain. “Uncle Cassiano, you’re just in time! This shameless bitch Aurora betrayed our engagement. She had a bastard. I’m just cleaning house for the Family!” The words hung in the air. The whole hall went dead silent. A deadly frost formed in Cassiano’s eyes. He pulled the gun from his thigh holster and smashed the butt of it into Leo’s cheekbone.

“Second, why did Uncle Jerome entrust the seal to Uncle Matthew rather than his older brother?” “Third, I don’t think I ever saw Uncle and Aunt’s dead bodies.” Oden squinted his eyes. He was old enough to remember if their bodies were brought back. “You mean, Uncle Alex was not buried??? No funeral???” Orseus asked with interest. “We only knew something happened to uncle when Mira’s mom bought Jack over and told us about the incident. Dad went to check on the news many times for about a few months” Oden shook his head “I don’t think he ever received any news.”

he asked, glancing quickly at the screen. I stood up and pointed at the news, but by then the story had already switched. "It was about the Jenkins family. Do you know them?" I hoped Marco knew more about what was going on with them. "When you say Jenkins, do you mean Owen and Aurora Jenkins? Carson's parents?" he asked. "Yeah," I said. "I heard they went bankrupt. Aunt Aurora is in the hospital, and Uncle Owen passed away." "I knew Mr. Jenkins passed away, but I didn’t know you were connected to them," Marco replied.

I called after him. "Yes for goodness sakes." I followed after him and he plopped down on the coffee table in the vacant common room. "Sit but I warn you, love, this story is not all sunshine and rainbows." "I can handle it," I said confidently, sitting down in front of him. He let out a steady breath. "In the year 1832, my uncle and aunt had passed on from a severe case of cholera. They were wealthy and this school and most of Brookburgh was their land.

Reuben flashed his dimple smile again and left to meet Liana. “Can’t believe you are flirting during your uncle’s funeral” Oliver replied while gritting his teeth. “Firstly, I am not flirting and second, Uncle Pete never liked me. He never called me anything other than b*tch behind my back. So, don’t try to teach me” Rose whispered back angrily and left his side. After a while, they left for the cemetery to bury his dead body. They did all the rituals and buried Uncle Pete’s coffin. It took a while for them to calm Aunt Melissa and Liana who kept on crying hysterically. Theodore was hiding his pain in silence.

“I ca-” Jack pulls her into his arms and holds her as she sobs out her broken heart. A nurse just came by to tell them that Jack needed to get downstairs to his family. That his brother was brought in on an ambulance but he was DOA. Dead on arrival. Dead. Owen is dead. Liv can feel her heart literally crumbling in her chest. “He can't be-” “We don't know for sure. I need to get down there to mom and dad,” Jack tells her with tears on his lashes as well.

Ben After I helped Penny ensure the reception was ready, we headed toward the church. It would be a closed casket. Uncle Dean had been hurt too badly in the crash for the guests to see what had happened to him. I was relieved it would be closed. Even if Uncle Dean had looked perfect, I didn’t think Penny would be able to handle seeing her husband’s deceased body.

“I arrived last night.” “Last night? Where have you been?” He explained his movements and concluded with, “My family will arrive tomorrow morning.” “That is in order. Welcome back.” “Thank you mama.” Thereupon, Callum and Emma returned to his hut and held their meeting. They arrived at a consensus on how much the elders ought to know about the death of Beck. “I will tell them that he died last week at Owens' house, and you have come to inform them,” Emma declared. “That is brilliant. We will also inform them that the funeral comes up seven days from today.”