<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Chapter 1031 Truly Dead</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Pa had a nightmare. In her dream, Regas refused to forgive her, and everyone abandoned her.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Awakening from a dream, Pa was curled up, her expression dazed.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">In truth, that wasn’t a dream. It was reality. Indeed, there was no one by her side anymore.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Boom!</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Another loud noise echoed. Pa looked toward the sky outside the window, inexplicably feeling rejuvenated.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She spent the entire night finishing the scarf she had not yet fully knitted. After that, she packed everything she had prepared into arge suitcase.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She had even penned another letter.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">After all was done, she returned to her bed.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The pain in her abdomen red up again, feeling as if countless knives were churning inside her. Pa was in such agony that she couldn’t even speak. She wanted to call for a doctor, but there was no doctor to be found.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She knew that she could die that night.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Pa didn’t even have the strength to turn over, but she didn’t want to die alone. She was terribly frightened.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She yearned for someone to be by her side.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Pain…”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">In her daze, she could only manage to utter a single word.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The caregiver was sound asleep, and the slight noise she made couldn’t rouse the caregiver.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Pa couldn’t reach the emergency alert system by her bedside. She had no choice but to endure, slowly waiting for the inevitable end. This must be karma, I suppose!</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She was filled with regret then, but it was toote for regrets.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">At the break of dawn, when the sky had just begun to show a hint of light, Pa could no longer hold on. Her breath ceased, and in a way, she found her release. Ugh…”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">When the caregiver discovered something had happened to Pa, it was already two hourster, and she had lost her body heat.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Mdm. Pal” the caregiver called out loudly.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The person on the bed no longer responded.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The caregiver couldn’t help but feel regretful. “How could I have slept so deeply?”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">a few tears</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Knowing that Pa was long gone, the caregiver first oned Cecilia.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">At the Smith residence, Cecilia got up to brush her teck and wash her face like she would any other morning, only to notice a call from the caregiver</font></font>N?velDrama.Org owns ? this.


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She answered the phone, and the caregiver’s choked–up voice came through. “Ms. Smith, Mdm. Pa has passed away.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Hearing those words, Cecilia felt as though a stone had been hurled at her heart.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cecilia stood frozen on the spot, not uttering a word, quietly listening to the caregiver say, “Ah, it’s all my fault. I noticed something was off about herst night, but I never expected to wake up this morning to find her gone.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“When will you being over?” the caregiver asked.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">It took a while for Cecilia to regain herposure, “I’ll be there in a moment.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She ended the call and set down her phone, her mind inplete disarray.</font></font>


    Pa has passed away… That woman has unexpectedly died just like that… Cecilia took a deep breath, trying his best to calm himself down.


    After instructing Lucille to take care of Elliot, she hurried off to the hospital.


    When Cecilia arrived at the hospital, the caregiver led her to the morgue.


    The caretaker approached a bed shrouded with a thin white sheet and uttered, “Mdm. Pa, Ms. Smith ist here to see you.”


    When she was alive, Pa had always yearned to see Cecilia, but unfortunately, her wish remained unfulfilled.


    Thankfully, after Pa died, Cecilia showed up.


    The caregiver also called Cassandra and Magnus.


    The two individuals had yet to arrive. Cassandra even said to the caregiver, “She’s no longer my mother. She’s dead, and it has nothing to do with me. Don’t call me about her ever again.”


    Struggling with each step, Cecilia gradually made her way to the side of the bed.


    She reached out and lifted a corner of the white cloth, revealing Pa’s gaunt and frail face.


    Only now did Cecilia fully believe that she was truly dead!


    “I’m not sure when Magnus will be here, but I’ve already given him a call,” the caretaker said.


    “Thank you, Cecilia sincerely said.


    The caretaker shook her head. “No worries. I feel sympathy for her, having contracted such a severe illness.”