What Year Did Elizabeth Afton Die の小説・ストーリー

“Your mother. You mentioned she died when you were young, but you’ve never told me about her.” “Why do you want to know?” “Because I’m curious. Because you’re about to be my wife and I know almost nothing about the woman who raised you for twelve years.” I set down my cup, the question settling uncomfortably. “Her name was Elizabeth. She was… warm. Creative. Everything my father wasn’t.” “What happened?” “Car accident. Rainy Tuesday afternoon. She was driving home from the grocery store. A truck ran a red light.” The words came out flat, rehearsed. I’d told this story so many times it had lost emotional weight. “She died instantly. They said she didn’t suffer.”

Perhaps it had been a vision of her previous life instead. One thing, however, was certain. No matter how she looked at it, the dream strongly suggested that Natasha had been one of the reasons behind her death. She still didn't fully understand what Elizabeth had said in the dream. The explanation had been incomplete, but one thing she could conclude was that Natasha had played the role of an antagonist in the tragedy that claimed her life. She still had no idea how Natasha had been involved. As far as Ayleen remembered, she had died in a traffic accident.

she knows that Zora Wood's cause of death is definitely not as simple as it seems. Sitting back in Baird Churchil's position, she continued to search through those materials. There are not many things written in it, drug addiction attacks, suicide. And the autopsy report is also a simple few words, fell to death. The closing report is that she was pushed by Ada Wood from the rooftop and fell to death. The rest are the photos of the scene. There is also a very strange picture. It is a pattern, like English or Chinese. Anyway, it is a very strange sign. It seemed that she had seen it somewhere, but she couldn't remember.

"It all began after many years of our Lord's death. A decade before the rise of the nineteenth century and the fall of the eighteenth century. Lancaster was the place. The event was passive. There was no need for audience because the matter was a simple one. Elizabeth Blackwheel was tortured as much as one could bear. In her distress, she pointed at the stake where her children were burnt alive. She cried. Her tears were useless because a decision had been made. One that would affect her for the rest of her life. A life she didn't live. Her fingers were weak as scalds took over them with a certain rush of excitement that grieved her own soul. She knew her time was approaching. She knew she w

Time continued to move forward, indifferent to the grief left behind in Manhattan. Several months had passed since that tragic night on the Brooklyn Bridge. New York had already changed seasons, yet for the Ashford and Collyn families, time seemed frozen at the very moment the black sedan plunged into the depths of the sea.

“See for yourselves. I think it’s her—Pamela. I met her when I was little. Dad, Mom, you know her even better than I do. She may look older, but her features are identical. That height, that presence—it’s the same woman!” “Ah—” The moment she saw the photos, Elizabeth gasped, covering her mouth as dread seeped through her chest. “It’s her! How could she still be alive? Back then, that iron block smashed right into her head. She fell into the sea that pitch-black night. How could she possibly have survived?”

Emily stares at the wedding dress Elizabeth had made for her months ago and starts crying. This dress had been made with love but will cause so much heartache. Tomorrow is the celebration. They will all be here under the guise of her wedding. She found out that Elizabeth's parents had been killed by Elred Dereon. Burnt alive by him, just because she called Elizabeth ONCE. This was the final straw for her. She was not going to back down. They all would pay.

Roseane and the others immediately ran to Eliza's side to comfort her. Eliza didn't know what to do for a moment. She looked at Matthew and asked, "What's going on?" The signal of the stadium was not very good. It was only now that Matthew received the news of Bates. His face gradually darkened. "It was Evelyn who had an accident. She fell from a hotel not far from the stadium and died. It is said that she committed suicide. There was her will on the roof." The letter did not mention Beau and Eliza, but only mentioned her current situation and her despair after her aunt was wronged and thrown into prison.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away,even my hands were trembling. “Among the casualties is Elizabeth Rhodes,daughter of late Pedro and Gianna Rhodes who was believed to be pregnant at the time of her death. Our sources confirm she was present at the estate before the explosion along with Cade Torres , a notorious gang leader whom the authorities had been after.Officials have not released further details…” Elizabeth’s photo flashed on the screen. Her smile is soft and her pretty eyes beaming. That same smile that I had fallen in love with was now labeled under a banner that read ‘DEAD’.

“I’ve told you very clearly that I’m not responsible for your mother’s death, nor is Renata. She did this to herself. She’s responsible for what happened to her.” “Really?” Elizabeth sneered. “You still don’t know, Charlotte? Actually, my mother wasn’t the only one responsible for killing Sotiria’s mother. I was involved too. Later on, on that rainy day, the person who stopped you at the lake, knocked you out, and threw you in the lake along with your car was me!” ‘What?’ Charlotte was so shocked that she was rendered speechless. Elizabeth had a delicate, warm-looking face. She looked like a nice person.