The Man Who Waited vs. The Man Who Wasted novel Chapter 190

The world went silent around Jocelyn, followed by a wave of vertigo that nearly sent her crashing to the floor.

She gripped the edge of her dresser so hard her knuckles turned white, desperately trying to keep herself upright.

How could this be?

How is this possible?!

He was perfectly fine yesterday!

The doctor specifically said his recovery was exceeding expectations and that with proper rest, he would live a completely normal life.

She had just promised him she would spend the entire day with him today.

She was going to bring him to her apartment to live with her.

...

Marcus Evans's body had already been moved to the Northwood Funeral Home.

The second Jocelyn ran into the viewing hall, Diana lunged forward and struck her across the face with a vicious slap.

But Jocelyn was numb. She didn't even register the sting on her cheek.

The only thing she felt was an agonizing, hollow pain in her chest.

Her legs felt like lead.

It was as if she were trapped in a nightmare, where everything in front of her was an illusion, completely detached from reality.

With trembling fingers, she reached out, wanting to touch the pale, bloodless face resting beneath the glass of the casket.

Her father lay utterly still in the freezing coffin, his eyes shut tight, as if burdened by a final, unresolved regret.

Jocelyn clutched at her chest, struggling to pull air into her lungs.

No!

Her father wasn't dead! Absolutely not!

Jocelyn had completely lost her mind. "Diana! You killed him! You're the murderer!"

Diana's face contorted with rage. She marched over, grabbed a fistful of Jocelyn's hair, and glared at her with pure, unadulterated hatred.

"How dare you call me Diana?! You ungrateful, treacherous bitch! You play the perfect, loving daughter, but you're rotten to the core!"

"We called you a dozen times last night, and you didn't answer! Your father wanted to see you one last time, and you weren't there! He died waiting for you, and you never showed up!"

"And you have the nerve to stand here and point fingers?! Look in the mirror! You're the one who killed him!"

"One last time..."

"Died waiting for you..."

Those words completely obliterated what was left of Jocelyn's sanity.

Her legs gave out. She collapsed to the floor, her vision entirely obscured by tears, the world blurring into a meaningless gray.