At six o'clock in the morning, Greg hurriedly left the house. He was driving to the address that Sharon gave him to pick her up.
It was already half past seven when he arrived at the apartment, but Sharon was not yet downstairs. He glanced at his watch and furrowed his brows. He thought, 'It seems that I arrive too early.'
Greg decided to wait for Sharon to come down, so he just sat inside his car. He kept on looking at the exit, hoping that he could see her there. However, eight o'clock came, but Sharon was still nowhere to be seen.
Greg felt a bit worried, so he took out his cellphone and dialed Sharon's number.
He had been calling for a long time, but no one answered. He felt that something was odd. 'Did something bad happen?' he wondered.
Panic-stricken, Greg pulled out his car key and quickly got off his car. Then he ran to the apartment entrance.
When he reached the room, Greg stood at the door and rang the doorbell ceaselessly, but no one answered. He was already banging the door with his fist, but he still didn't get any response from the inside. He took his phone again and tried to call Sharon but to no avail. Since he was already very anxious, he decided to call the police.
While waiting for the policemen to arrive, Greg got more terrified. He had a foreboding that something bad really happened. As time went by, all he could only do was to pray for Sharon's safety.
After a few minutes, the policemen arrived. Since no one was answering inside, they decided to open the door with the help of the apartment manager. As soon as the door was opened, Greg rushed inside. There was no one in the living room, so he started to search for Sharon one room to another. When he opened the last room, he froze in his tracks.
He saw Sharon lying on the floor, clutching the leg of the side table. She looked lifeless and cold.
"Auntie! Auntie!" Greg shouted as he got flustered. He crouched down and held Sharon up without thinking about anything else.
His body trembled when he felt that Sharon's body was quite cold.
At that moment, fear overwhelmed him. He felt that someone was looking at him not far away. Then he looked at his Aunt. He once again felt the coldness of her body.
"No, no, no!" Greg shouted despairingly. He was unwilling to believe that Sharon was gone. Although he treated her impolitely, it didn't mean that he hated her. Sharon was a good person despite her imperfections. And a good person like her didn't deserve such kind of terrible ending.
The policemen heard Greg's cry so they rushed to where he was. When they saw that Greg was holding a woman in his arms, one policeman crouched down and checked Sharon's pulse. His expression immediately changed and he ordered the other policemen, "This woman is dead. Cordon off the area."
Greg didn't know how he had walked out of the apartment. He was still puzzled. He just saw that several people in white carried Sharon and took her away. He felt like he already hated that white uniform. For so many years, he had been wearing a white uniform at the hospital. But when he saw those people carried Sharon out, he wished that he didn't see that white uniform at this moment.
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