What Episode Does Beckett Find Out Who Killed Her Mother Novels & Stories

Eddie dropped everything when he heard the news of my death and rushed back, leaving his unfinished business trip behind. When he got home, our parents were sitting on the couch, their faces heavy with pain. Lily was beside them. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying, her nose tinged with pink. "Eddie, you’re finally back. Emily was murdered! "The killer hasn’t been caught yet. Emily had a habit of offending people. Could this be because of—" Suddenly, my dad’s voice broke, hoarse and filled with anger, "Enough! The killer has already been identified, and the police are closing in on him! Emily had nothing to do with him."

But at that moment, Cassandra suddenly toppled to the side, crashing hard into my mother's coffin. She was really strong. There was a loud bang. The heavy casket slammed onto the ground, one corner smashing against the stone with a terrible crack. The lid flew open, exposing my mother's pale face to the crowd. "No!" I screamed, unable to believe what I was seeing. "Look at what you've done!" I rushed over, frantically yet carefully repositioning my mother inside the coffin. Grief nearly suffocated me. My mother was gone. Why couldn't Cassandra even let her have peace in the end?

Well thank you for your time. (Kelly walks over to meet with Betty) I know who you are. You do? Yes, you're that big shot PI in Greenwood. I saw you on TV. Let's not chat here. Meet me at this address at exactly 5:00pm. Now, we are going to hug and pretend like we know each other… (Kelly hugs Betty as agreed and takes her leave thereafter).

That was enough for Ruby to know that whatever was on the tip of Ed’s tongue was terrible news. “I couldn’t come home because... something happened... at EJF.” “What?” Ruby blinked; her mind suddenly went blank. She had no guesses. “Last night... someone came—broke into your mother’s room.” Ruby gasped, covering her mouth. “Who? What did they want? And what about Mom?” Ruby threw off the blanket, preparing to get dressed and go visit her mother. But Ed pulled her back down to sit. “I’m sorry, but... she passed away. That man killed her.”

“Kevin, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I just wanted to save her.” The moment she saw Henry’s tear-streaked face, Claire’s heart tightened. She wiped his tears away gently, like she was soothing a child, and said, “Henry, you did nothing wrong. At least she wasn’t stabbed to death by the kidnappers. To die at the hands of an angel like you, she must be at peace in the afterlife.” No, she would rather have been stabbed to death. At least her body and face would be intact. I rolled my eyes and finally told her the truth. “Claire, the one who died is your mother. Go see her one last time.”

"My son isn't dead. He was just abroad getting treatment. I have no idea who started those rumors..." Watching her lie without a trace of shame, I laughed out loud. She was the one who sent me overseas. She was the one who told everyone I was dead. She transferred my inheritance, my shares—everything—into Jake's name. She left me with nothing. My mother shot me a warning glare. And then the screen lit up. Photos and videos started playing one after another. Every single one showed what I'd been through. Electroshock. Medication. Bright white lamps shining in my eyes, trying to make me forget Emily.

Bouchard Francisca is the next to speak up followed by Mrs Bailey’s; Chloe’s Mother glare. I owe them no explanation, but I dofeign a smile, relishing on the irritation of their faces. After all they are the reason I returned, because one of them seated around this table, killed my father, it was in his last letter before he died. Unfortunately, Ethan is not excluded. "How do we know you're not here to revenge your father?" Bailey, Chole's Mother states. And I smile, despite my fingers are balled to a fist, and I'm about to speak when a hand covers mine, giving it a light stroke.

It was as though the mansion itself was holding its breath. Eugene stood in the empty dining hall, staring out the tall windows. Becca approached slowly, a shawl around her shoulders. “She didn’t have anyone, did she?” she asked. Eugene didn’t turn. “A sister in another town. No parents. They died during the last rogue attacks.” Becca moved to stand beside him. The sunlight illuminated the small lines around her eyes. “I used to think death would stop hurting,” she murmured. “That after a while, you would get used to it. But I was wrong.”

Alpha David hastily grabbed the recorder, muttering his thanks repeatedly. The moment he pressed play, all the strength drained from his body. It was a recording of him and his mother talking outside the operating room. Their voices discussing feeding me the mental health medication at the ward entrance,and their plan to humiliate me during Becky’s celebration party. The final part of the recording revealed what happened before my death—Becky in my room, setting the fire, taunting me, and framing me.

Six months after I died, Serena Beckett came back to the cemetery looking for me. The wind blowing was cold and biting. I floated above my grave, watching her charge over in her high heels, her face pale and ashen. "Jason Shaw! Get out here!" She shoved aside a staff member trying to stop her and dug her nails deep into my photo on the tombstone. "William Clark needs a kidney right now. You're going to donate it, whether you want to or not! What kind of stunt is this? Hiding here and playing dead?"