Chapter 261

By the time Frederick rushed to the hospital, Laveme’s body was already chilling in the morgue.

Laveme was now lying there, her eyes closed, her body cold and stiff Marguente was kneeling on the floor, staring at her grandmother’s face over and over again, muttering, “Granny, granny, look at me…”

Tears rained down on Laveme’s face, slipping from her cheeks without pause.

“Granny, it’s me, Marguente Look at me. I’m wearing the pretty dress you bought for me. Just open your eyes for a moment, just a moment…”

Frederick and Chuck were standing at the door, their hearts aching They ached for Marguente, but even more for Laverne Laverne wasn’t Frederick’s biological grandmother, but she had saved him and his mother’s lives fifteen years ago, along with Yuna He still remembered the warm bowl of soup she gave him.

Having lived in Sapphire Valley Estates for so long, he had long considered her his own grandmother.

He was deeply pained but he couldn’t break down at this moment.

The one who was hit the hardest was the woman before his eyes.

If he broke down, what would happen to Marguerite?

He suppressed his pain, turned to the morgue attendant, and asked, in an icy tone, “What was the cause of death?”

The attendant sighed regretfully, his drooping features showing pity “Apparently, the old lady was in good health. But she was scheduled for a check–up today. The doctor gave her a laxative injection last night. But after taking the medicine, she couldn’t eat mango I don’t know if she didn’t know or if her granddaughter was irresponsible, but the old lady ate a mango and suffered a sudden asphyxiation! I heard that when she died, she kept her eyes open, refusing to close them!”

Upon hearing this, Frederick’s piercing gaze immediately landed on the attendant The attendant had never seen such an intimidating gaze before. He shuddered, not knowing what he had said wrong, and shut his mouth in fear How could Marguerite possibly be irresponsible?

From what he knew of the woman, she was more careful than anyone else when it came to matters involving Laverne How could it be her fault?

If Laverne knew about the danger of mango, she certainly wouldn’t have eaten it What had gone wrong?

At that moment, a nurse rushed over and stood at the door, whispering to Marguerite, “The family of Laverne, it’s time to go upstairs to sign her death certificate”

Frederick looked at Marguerite, a mix of emotions filling him. She seemed not to hear the nurse’s words, continuing to murmur Laveme’s name Seeing this, Chuck paused for a moment before saying to the nurse in a low voice, “Give her a little more time. We’ll be up shortly”

As soon as he finished speaking. Marguerite stood up from the floor and appeared at the door Her tears had dried, but her eyes were still red and swollen. Let’s ga I’ll go now”

Seeing Marguente’s state, Frederick’s heart ached He quickly put his arm around Marguerite’s shoulders and started to walk upstairs with her But her steps were unsteady, moving forward with difficulty, as if she had no strength at all.

Frederick decisively picked her up by the waist and cared her into the office There was a death certificate, too unfamiliar and too cold Marguerite’s eyes stung as she looked at it.

She held the pen in her hand but couldn’t bring herself to sign her name.

She suddenly looked up at the doctor and asked, “There’s no chance of a lake death, is there?”

The doctor pushed up his glasses and shook his head in silence “But I’ve seen it on TV. People are declared dead, but then they come back to life at the funeral.

Couldn’t that happen to my grandmother?

The doctors expression was gloomy Although he wanted to comfort Manguente, his professional ethics forced him to tell her the painful truth “A person’s heart must be resuscitated within six minutes after it stops beating But your grandmother, she died in the early hours of yesterday moming”

So, there was no hope left, was there?

Marguerite couldn’t bring herself to believe it Just yesterday, her grandmother was fine. They had gone shopping and enton lots of delicious food But in less than a day, how had everything changed? She hadn’t even been given a chance to prepare The pen was clenched in Marguerite’n hand, unmoving She was as still as a statue, not even blinking an eye