Bab 11: Part 11
" How is my husband?" She asked.
"Mrs. Andersons… I'm afraid I have some difficult news," the doctor began, his voice soft but firm.
Lucy looked up at him, her face pale. "What is it? How is he?"
The doctor hesitated for a moment before speaking.
"Despite our best efforts, Mr. Andersons did not make it. The injuries were too severe, especially the head trauma. I'm so sorry."
Lucy's breath caught in her throat, and for a moment, she couldn't speak. The world seemed to tilt around her as the reality of the doctor's words sank in.
"No," Lucy whispered, shaking her head. "No, he can't be… this can't be happening."
Canary stood motionless beside her, the weight of the doctor's words settling heavily on him.
His father, the man he had known his entire life, was gone. The room felt colder, the silence louder.
Joel, still standing in the back of the room, clenched his fists at his sides, a flicker of something crossing his face—was it guilt? Or was it relief? His expression was unreadable, his eyes hidden behind a mask of calm.
Lucy let out a choked sob, collapsing slightly as the shock of the news hit her all at once.
Canary immediately stepped forward, his arm going around her to support her as her knees buckled.
"No," Lucy said again, her voice breaking. "I can't… I can't lose him. Not now. Not like this."
Canary held her tightly, his own heart breaking for her.
The loss of his father was unbearable, but seeing his mother in this much pain was something else entirely.
The doctor lingered, giving them space to process the news. "I'll give you some time," he said softly. "If you need anything, please don't hesitate to call."
He turned to leave the room, closing the door gently behind him. The silence that followed was suffocating, the weight of the loss settling like a stone in the room.
Joel took a step forward, his voice low. "I'm sorry for your loss." His tone was soft and after he walked away.
"We need to see him. I need to say goodbye."
Canary nodded solemnly, understanding the urgency of the moment.
Together, they walked toward the door, Lucy's hand gripping his arm for support as they left the room.
The hospital corridors seemed unnaturally quiet as they made their way to the morgue.
Lucy's steps were slow, heavy, as though the weight of the world pressed on her shoulders. Canary's mind was a whirlwind of grief, confusion, and unanswered questions.
The loss of his father had already struck him hard, but seeing his mother in such deep sorrow was unbearable.
When they reached the morgue, the attendant allowed them to enter.
The room was cold and sterile, with harsh white lighting illuminating the sheets that covered Alexander's body.
Lucy immediately stepped forward, her hand trembling as she lifted the sheet.
The sight of Alexander's lifeless form was a stark contrast to the man she had once known—strong, imposing, full of life. Now, he lay still, pale, and unrecognizable in his final moments.
"Oh, Alexander…" Lucy's voice cracked, and she collapsed beside him, weeping bitterly. Her sobs echoed through the quiet room, raw and heart-wrenching.
Canary stood a few steps back, his own emotions rising like a storm.
His chest felt tight as he looked at his father's body, unable to fully process the finality of it all.
He moved closer to his mother, his hand on her back, offering whatever comfort he could. But his own tears began to fall as well, his grief too overwhelming to contain.
"I never thought it would be like this," he whispered. "I never imagined…"
Lucy reached for his hand, pulling him closer. "I never thought I'd lose him, Canary. Not like this." Her voice was desperate, filled with disbelief and sorrow. "We were supposed to have more time…"
Canary squeezed her hand tightly, feeling the depth of her pain. They were both caught in a whirlwind of loss, and there was nothing they could do to stop it.
They stayed there for a long time, both weeping silently as they said their final goodbyes.
The tears flowed freely, each one a reflection of their broken hearts, as the reality of Alexander's death set in—forever altering the course of their lives.
——
Joel drove to the nearest bar immediately not believing that he had just killed his brother in.law.
He sat at the bar, the glass of whiskey in his hand, his mind replaying the events. The anger, the push—he hadn't meant for it to go this far. But Alexander was gone, and it was his fault.
He drank the whiskey in one go, hoping to numb the guilt that gnawed at him. "Just a push," he muttered to himself, his hands trembling.
The bartender glanced at him, sensing his distress. "You okay?"
Joel didn't answer. His gaze remained vacant. "No, I'm not."
The guilt settled in his chest like a heavy weight. He'd wanted power, but this… this wasn't what he'd planned.
Alexander was dead, and Joel couldn't escape the consequences.
——-
News of Alexander Andersons' death spread quickly through the city of Annertoz, the whispers of his passing echoing through the streets.
His legacy, built on years of business dominance and power, now lay in ruins. People spoke in hushed tones, some in disbelief, others with a strange sense of finality.
The city had lost one of its most influential figures.
Meanwhile, Lisa sat in her room, going through a few work emails when her phone buzzed.
She picked it up, her heart sinking as she read the message from a friend: "I'm so sorry to hear about Mr. Andersons. I can't believe it… Alexander's gone."
The words felt unreal, like a bad dream she couldn't wake from. Her mind raced, trying to process the news. She had knew Alexander was . She quickly called Canary, her hands shaking.
" Canary…Canary… What could be he be on now ? She asked her self and got her phone immediately.
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