The Second Aunt was lazing in the sun by the floor-to-ceiling windows of her home when Simone Vaughn suddenly burst in, frantic.
"Mom! Mom! Something’s happened! It’s bad! Something terrible has happened!"
Ever since the uproar at the Old Master’s place over her and Zeke Walton, the Second Aunt had been in a foul mood, and even looking at Simone Vaughn irritated her.
Seeing her rush in so frantically, her temper flared instantly.
"What’s the big deal? Look at you, all in a panic! No wonder Zeke Walton looks down on you. You don’t have a single steady bone in your body!"
"What could possibly be so serious? Did someone die? Who? Your grandfather? I can’t imagine anything bigger than his death happening in this family!"
Simone Vaughn was taken aback by her words.
"You actually guessed it! Someone really did die!"
What?
The Second Aunt shot up from her chair in excitement.
"I really guessed it? Your grandfather is really dead? When? How did he die? Where? Why are you only telling me now!"
’Grandpa never did anything to offend Mom, did he? Why does she hate him so much, wishing him dead with every other word?’
Simone Vaughn was speechless once again, losing all desire to share the news with her.
"No, it’s not Grandpa who died, it’s Jessica Bell! It happened at our hospital. I heard Cecelia Archer pushed her off a building and she fell to her death. The hospital has locked down the news. They wanted to tell my cousin first, but they can’t reach him, so they came to report it to Grandpa, and I ran into them!"
She rattled on and on, leaving the Second Aunt utterly dumbfounded.
She never imagined that Jessica Bell—the arrogant, domineering woman who had lorded over her for most of her life, the woman she could never do anything about—would die so quietly.
And to top it off, she was supposedly pushed to her death from a building at their own family hospital by her daughter-in-law. This was just too hilarious!
"HAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHA! Simone, you’re not just making up a story to cheer me up, are you? How could something so fantastical be true? Is it real?"
"It’s true! I was afraid Grandpa would be too shocked, so I didn’t let the person go over to him. I had them come here instead. If you don’t believe me, I’ll call him in!"
A moment later, Simone Vaughn brought in the hospital director. Bathed in sweat, he described the situation to the Second Aunt and then stammered,
"Second Madam, what do we do now? We can’t reach President Vaughn Junior, and the Old Master’s health is poor... We’ll have to ask you and President Vaughn to step in and take charge."
’Damien Vaughn is unreachable? How could he be unreachable at a critical time like this?’
The Second Aunt was dying to see his reaction when he found out his wife had killed his mother.
’And the Old Master, who doted on Cecelia Archer so much, yet also valued Jessica Bell so highly—what would his reaction be!’
She couldn’t care less about the Old Master’s health or whether he could handle the shock. In fact, she wished the Vaughn Family would fall apart, split up the inheritance, and go their separate ways as soon as possible!
Her eyes darted, and she said,
"My husband is also away on a business trip and won’t be back for a while... With something this huge, how can we not tell the Old Master? If he finds out later, who will take responsibility? If you’re too scared to tell him, just go back to the hospital and handle things there. I’ll go see the Old Master."
In a flash, the Second Aunt dragged Simone Vaughn and ran frantically over to the Old Master’s residence.
The Old Master was thinking about the flowers and plants Candy had planted and was currently loosening the soil in the garden.
Seeing the Second Aunt and her daughter running over in a panic, he frowned with annoyance.
"It’s the middle of the day. Did you two see a ghost? What are you running for?"
Panting, the Second Aunt gasped, "N-No... It’s terrible, Dad! Something huge has happened to our family!"
"What could be so big that it sends you into such a panic? Speak properly. You’re not young anymore, how can you be so flustered?"
The Second Aunt said, "...Dad, your health isn’t good. I’m a little afraid to say it."
Seeing her so flustered and hesitant, the Old Master tossed the trowel in his hand aside.
"If you’re afraid to say it, then don’t. When will you ever fix this habit of yours of hemming and hawing?"
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