Chapter 384 Grieving Family
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Raine buried her face against Brad’s chest, her whole body trembling as tears soaked through his shirt. “Brad, I’m terrified!”
In one night, her brother was gone. Her grandfather too. Her parents had nearly followed them out of heartbreak.
Now the entire Winter family had crumbled, and she was the only one left standing.
She tried to hold it together, but the weight on her shoulders felt like stone.
Every breath hurt. Every step forward felt like walking into a storm she couldn’t escape.
Brad held her close, his voice low but steady. “You’re not alone, Raine. I’ll be here even if the world around us starts to collapse. After the funeral, I’m moving into the estate. I’ll go to the office with you every morning. We’ll take care of Mr. Ralph and Virginia together.”
At three in the morning, Brad knocked on Aella’s door.
“Tyrone and Mr. Edwin will be cremated at sunrise. We need to pick a suit for Tyrone. He deserves to look proper one last time.”
An hour later, Aella followed Brad into the home she once shared with Tyrone.
The moment she stepped into the foyer, her eyes fell on the shoe rack. Two pairs of fuzzy pink slippers sat beside Tyrone’s black leather ones, lined up side by side like nothing had changed.
Everything in the living room was still where she had left it.
Her glass sat on the same corner of the coffee table.
Aella stood in the center of the room, her eyes locked on the unopened cake sitting on the table like a ghost of yesterday.
Brad pointed at it, his voice heavy. “I called him last night. He refused to show his face on video. Raine and I got worried, so we left early, bought a cake, and came here. When we arrived, he was already gone.”
Aella didn’t speak. She stared at the cake, her expression blank, her heart a hollow echo.
Tyrone had been four years older.
She was twenty–seven. He had just turned thirty–one.
Chapter 384 Grieving Family
At her birthday party, she’d said twenty–seven would be her new beginning.
She never imagined it would also mark his end.
They stepped into the main bedroom.
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Everything looked untouched, but the air carried a thick, metallic scent that burned her nose.
Aella froze. Brad stood near the doorway of the closet, his tone rough. “That’s where it happened. No one’s cleaned it since. It all happened so fast.”
Aella walked inside, her heels clicking softly against the floor. When the light hit, the stains came into view–dark red and dry.
Near the marks lay a small bottle and a handful of scattered pills.
She bent down, picked it up, and read the label.
Oxycodone.
A strong painkiller.
Her fingers clenched around the bottle until her knuckles turned white. She looked at the floor again, but her mind had gone blank.
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