Falling For My Ex's Uncle - Chapter 149: Chapter 149
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The moment I heard the news, my sleep instantly vanished. I shot up from the bed, my heart racing. "Are you sure? How could she have gotten into a car accident?"
I forced myself to sound calm, but my hand that held the phone was trembling slightly.
"You need to come quickly. She's at Benevolent Hospital," the nurse said again.
I took a deep breath, hurriedly slipped on my shoes, and rushed downstairs, my mind a storm of panic.
"Mrs. Herrera, what is it? What's wrong?" Hector asked, concerned.
"I need to get to Benevolent Hospital. My friend had a car accident," I replied, my voice trembling.
Hector immediately arranged for the driver and sent Sophina to accompany me.
'How could Angela have had a car accident? This must be a mistake. The hospital must have mixed something up,' I thought to myself.
On the way, I tried calling Angela over and over, but her phone was turned off. I could not reach her at all.
Then, Marvin's call came through.
"Laurel, Angela had a car accident. She's at Benevolent Hospital. Dad and Jamilah are already on their way." His voice sounded eerily calm. But I knew Marvin. When things got chaotic, he did not panic. In fact, he grew even more composed.
"Laurel, did you hear me?" Marvin's voice echoed faintly in my ear.
"I'm on my way to the hospital," I said, furrowing my brows and speaking with conviction. "Angela won't be hurt. She can't be."
By the time I arrived at the emergency room, the doctor gave me the news. Angela passed away at 5:20 PM.
"Doctor, you must be mistaken. This cannot be true," I insisted, my voice breaking.
The doctor sighed. "She is still in the ER. In a little while, she will be moved to the morgue. You can see her if you want."
My legs wobbled, and I felt as if a heavy stone had been dropped onto my chest. But I did not cry.
'How could this be Angela? She was just with me today. She even called me this afternoon. This must be a mistake,' I wondered.
Sophina gently supported me as we walked toward the ER. The body on the operating table was covered by a thin white sheet.
Step by step, I reached the room where they kept the bodies. I lifted the sheet. My knees buckled, and I collapsed beside the table. The pain in my chest was unbearable, a raw, heart-wrenching agony that stole all reason from me.
I grasped Angela's cold hand, tears streaming down my face. "Angela, don't sleep. Wake up. Please, wake up."
"Mrs. Herrera, calm down..." Sophina's voice trembled as she tried to comfort me, gently trying to loosen my grip.
"She can't be alone here. She will be scared. I have to stay with her," I whispered. "Angela, how could you leave me like this? You still wanted to marry Isaac, didn't you? You promised you would be my maid of honor."
"Angela, if you don't wake up, I won't be your friend anymore." I held her cold hand for what felt like hours.
Sophina stayed with me, and when the doctors and nurses came in, I still refused to let go. I held on until I fainted from exhaustion and grief.
When I finally opened my eyes again, the first light of day was breaking through the window.
"You're awake?" Alex's low voice reached my ears, carrying a subtle fragrance of cologne.
I sat up in a daze, my mind racing as I looked around. 'Why am I in the hospital? How did I end up here?' I wondered.
"Where's Angela?" My voice was hoarse, and the dull pain in my chest made me remember what I had just witnessed. Angela was lifeless form on the operating table.
I got out of bed, barefoot, desperate to find Angela. Alex caught me by the wrist, holding me tightly without a word.
"Angela is not dead. She's still alive, right?" I asked, looking up at him through blurred vision as tears welled in my eyes.
She was still so young. She was a good person, kind, smart, with a heart full of righteousness. I could not understand how she could be gone.
I pushed Alex away and climbed back onto the bed.
'This must be a nightmare. When I wake up, Angela will be right here beside me,' I whispered to myself, wiping my eyes. But when I woke up again, Angela was still not there to find me.
I called her phone over and over, but there was still no answer.
I saw Marvin sitting by my bed, his eyes red, blinking rapidly. "Laurel, Angela is gone. She was always the free-spirited type. If she saw you crying, she wouldn't want to leave."
I gripped the blanket tightly in my hands, shaking my head. "She's not dead."
"Laurel, Angela is dead," Marvin said, his voice rising, his eyes bloodshot.
The sky outside had darkened, a grayish hue that signaled the coming of rain.
"Laurel, Angela would want you to see her off on her final journey," Marvin said, lifting his head and struggling to hold back his tears.
After Angela's body was cremated in Newton City, her ashes were brought back to Nifelheim City for burial.
I stayed by Angela's mother, holding an umbrella over her head, not shedding a tear. Angela hated seeing me cry.
I remembered back when we were kids, Angela once asked me, "Laurel, what do you think happens when someone dies? Are you afraid of death?"
I never told her. I wasn't afraid of death. Sometimes, living felt more depressing and hopeless than dying. But then, during the darkest times of my life, there was light. And that light came from Angela, the girl who smiled like sunshine.
When Angela was around, there was always laughter.
Marvin investigated the accident. The truck driver, exhausted from long hours of driving, caused the crash while Angela was behind the wheel.
After the crash, the driver fell into a coma, unsure when he would wake up. His wife had just given birth to a baby boy, who was still in need of his mother's milk.
Thinking he could earn extra money for formula, he had just finished a long-distance run and took a city order.
He never imagined that not only would he fail to earn the money, but he would also be involved in a tragic accident, taking the life of a vibrant and young soul.
Angela's mother, Jamilah Adams, remained strong the entire way. She did not cry loudly, just silently wiping away her tears. But it seemed as though the grief had aged her by five years overnight.
"Laurel, I no longer have a daughter," Jamilah said softly.
After laying Angela's ashes to rest, Jamilah knelt beside the gravestone, gently touching Angela's photo. Her eyes were filled with sorrow and guilt. "I never spent enough time with her. I don't deserve to be Angela's mother."
Jamilah wept before the gravestone for a long time. I stayed by her side, quietly wiping away my own tears. "Angela always thought that having such an amazing mother like you was the greatest pride of her life," I said, my voice steady despite the sadness.
Jamilah looked up at me, stunned for a moment, before bursting into tears. Her sobs mixed with the sound of the rain, growing louder with each passing moment.
'Angela, you heartless girl, how could you leave me behind and go alone on your journey?' I silently cursed in my heart.
I forced myself to sound calm, but my hand that held the phone was trembling slightly.
"You need to come quickly. She's at Benevolent Hospital," the nurse said again.
I took a deep breath, hurriedly slipped on my shoes, and rushed downstairs, my mind a storm of panic.
"Mrs. Herrera, what is it? What's wrong?" Hector asked, concerned.
"I need to get to Benevolent Hospital. My friend had a car accident," I replied, my voice trembling.
Hector immediately arranged for the driver and sent Sophina to accompany me.
'How could Angela have had a car accident? This must be a mistake. The hospital must have mixed something up,' I thought to myself.
On the way, I tried calling Angela over and over, but her phone was turned off. I could not reach her at all.
Then, Marvin's call came through.
"Laurel, Angela had a car accident. She's at Benevolent Hospital. Dad and Jamilah are already on their way." His voice sounded eerily calm. But I knew Marvin. When things got chaotic, he did not panic. In fact, he grew even more composed.
"Laurel, did you hear me?" Marvin's voice echoed faintly in my ear.
"I'm on my way to the hospital," I said, furrowing my brows and speaking with conviction. "Angela won't be hurt. She can't be."
By the time I arrived at the emergency room, the doctor gave me the news. Angela passed away at 5:20 PM.
"Doctor, you must be mistaken. This cannot be true," I insisted, my voice breaking.
The doctor sighed. "She is still in the ER. In a little while, she will be moved to the morgue. You can see her if you want."
My legs wobbled, and I felt as if a heavy stone had been dropped onto my chest. But I did not cry.
'How could this be Angela? She was just with me today. She even called me this afternoon. This must be a mistake,' I wondered.
Sophina gently supported me as we walked toward the ER. The body on the operating table was covered by a thin white sheet.
Step by step, I reached the room where they kept the bodies. I lifted the sheet. My knees buckled, and I collapsed beside the table. The pain in my chest was unbearable, a raw, heart-wrenching agony that stole all reason from me.
I grasped Angela's cold hand, tears streaming down my face. "Angela, don't sleep. Wake up. Please, wake up."
"Mrs. Herrera, calm down..." Sophina's voice trembled as she tried to comfort me, gently trying to loosen my grip.
"She can't be alone here. She will be scared. I have to stay with her," I whispered. "Angela, how could you leave me like this? You still wanted to marry Isaac, didn't you? You promised you would be my maid of honor."
"Angela, if you don't wake up, I won't be your friend anymore." I held her cold hand for what felt like hours.
Sophina stayed with me, and when the doctors and nurses came in, I still refused to let go. I held on until I fainted from exhaustion and grief.
When I finally opened my eyes again, the first light of day was breaking through the window.
"You're awake?" Alex's low voice reached my ears, carrying a subtle fragrance of cologne.
I sat up in a daze, my mind racing as I looked around. 'Why am I in the hospital? How did I end up here?' I wondered.
"Where's Angela?" My voice was hoarse, and the dull pain in my chest made me remember what I had just witnessed. Angela was lifeless form on the operating table.
I got out of bed, barefoot, desperate to find Angela. Alex caught me by the wrist, holding me tightly without a word.
"Angela is not dead. She's still alive, right?" I asked, looking up at him through blurred vision as tears welled in my eyes.
She was still so young. She was a good person, kind, smart, with a heart full of righteousness. I could not understand how she could be gone.
I pushed Alex away and climbed back onto the bed.
'This must be a nightmare. When I wake up, Angela will be right here beside me,' I whispered to myself, wiping my eyes. But when I woke up again, Angela was still not there to find me.
I called her phone over and over, but there was still no answer.
I saw Marvin sitting by my bed, his eyes red, blinking rapidly. "Laurel, Angela is gone. She was always the free-spirited type. If she saw you crying, she wouldn't want to leave."
I gripped the blanket tightly in my hands, shaking my head. "She's not dead."
"Laurel, Angela is dead," Marvin said, his voice rising, his eyes bloodshot.
The sky outside had darkened, a grayish hue that signaled the coming of rain.
"Laurel, Angela would want you to see her off on her final journey," Marvin said, lifting his head and struggling to hold back his tears.
After Angela's body was cremated in Newton City, her ashes were brought back to Nifelheim City for burial.
I stayed by Angela's mother, holding an umbrella over her head, not shedding a tear. Angela hated seeing me cry.
I remembered back when we were kids, Angela once asked me, "Laurel, what do you think happens when someone dies? Are you afraid of death?"
I never told her. I wasn't afraid of death. Sometimes, living felt more depressing and hopeless than dying. But then, during the darkest times of my life, there was light. And that light came from Angela, the girl who smiled like sunshine.
When Angela was around, there was always laughter.
Marvin investigated the accident. The truck driver, exhausted from long hours of driving, caused the crash while Angela was behind the wheel.
After the crash, the driver fell into a coma, unsure when he would wake up. His wife had just given birth to a baby boy, who was still in need of his mother's milk.
Thinking he could earn extra money for formula, he had just finished a long-distance run and took a city order.
He never imagined that not only would he fail to earn the money, but he would also be involved in a tragic accident, taking the life of a vibrant and young soul.
Angela's mother, Jamilah Adams, remained strong the entire way. She did not cry loudly, just silently wiping away her tears. But it seemed as though the grief had aged her by five years overnight.
"Laurel, I no longer have a daughter," Jamilah said softly.
After laying Angela's ashes to rest, Jamilah knelt beside the gravestone, gently touching Angela's photo. Her eyes were filled with sorrow and guilt. "I never spent enough time with her. I don't deserve to be Angela's mother."
Jamilah wept before the gravestone for a long time. I stayed by her side, quietly wiping away my own tears. "Angela always thought that having such an amazing mother like you was the greatest pride of her life," I said, my voice steady despite the sadness.
Jamilah looked up at me, stunned for a moment, before bursting into tears. Her sobs mixed with the sound of the rain, growing louder with each passing moment.
'Angela, you heartless girl, how could you leave me behind and go alone on your journey?' I silently cursed in my heart.
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