Chapter 468
Agnes nodded anxiously, “Dad, I’ll be happy, I’m sure of it. I’m really happy with Jared right now. He’s the best person in the world and he treats me well. I believe we’ll grow old together…”
A faint smile appeared on Preston’s lips, “That’s good…”
His voice gradually weakened, then slowly closed his eyes.
Agnes was very nervous, “Dad, chat with me more, Dad, I have news for you, you’re going to be a grandfather, don’t sleep, chat with me more, okay?” When Agnes said this, Preston’s eyes flickered open.
Then he slowly said, ‘Agnes, I’m very happy, but I have to go find your mom, I’m afraid I’m running out of time…”
Preston’s voice gradually faded away.
And his grip on Agnes‘ hand slowly loosened.
Preston’s heart monitor slowly flatlined.
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Agnes, holding Preston’s hand, couldn’t control her tears.
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She didn’t understand why this was happening.
He had clearly woken up.
In fact, from the beginning, when she saw Preston, Agnes had a bad feeling.
Preston’s condition was like a dying man’s last struggle,
But if this was the end, Agnes would rather her father never woke up, even if it meant lying in bed for the rest of his life.
Agnes held Preston’s hand for a long time, until it grew cold.
The doctors came over.
They examined him, then sadly shook their heads, comforting Agnes to grieve appropriately.
But she couldn’t accept it.
Agnes was like a zombie, just sitting by the bedside.
The doctors and nurses were helpless.
Until finally Jared came over, he forcefully pulled Agnes away, pulling her back to reality.
She was crying and screaming.
Watching as they took her father’s body away, she chased after them crazily, but was held tightly in Jared’s arms.
She cried until she almost passed out.
Why did this have to happen? Why did everyone have to leave her?
Why was she left alone in this world?
Agnes struggled madly.
Her fingernails scratched Jared’s neck, leaving a trail of blood.
But Jared said nothing, just held her tightly, watching her break down.
In the following days, Agnes didn’t know how she got through.
On the day of Preston’s funeral, it was drizzling.
All the arrangements were made by Jared.
Agnes watched stiffly as a living person turned into a tiny urn of ashes, and was buried underground.
Agnes stood in front of the grave, watching as her father’s friends offered flowers and mourned silently.
Laura was crying hysterically next to her, but Agnes felt cold towards her.
Laura and Preston’s divorce papers hadn’t been made public yet.
To the outside world, she was still Mrs. Pritchard.
But because of the existence of that agreement, she couldn’t get a penny of the Pritchard family’s assets.
It was unclear whether she was crying out of guilt, for past feelings, or out of resentment.
Jared was behind Agnes the whole time, planning everything.
Tim also came.
After expressing his condolences, he just quietly looked at Agnes.
In the end, things were settled.
Jared took Agnes back to the Pritchard family mansion.
These days, Agnes was a bit lost due to her grief.
Sometimes she was numb, mentally hazy.
But in the moments of sudden clarity, she felt heart–wrenching pain.
