Trash Husband, I'm the Top novel Chapter 397

Going it alone is always the most foolish choice.

Nora understood this well. But Daniel was hardly her only option.

“Thank you for your offer, Mr. Chambers, truly. But I just don’t think the Chambers Group is the right fit for me—it’s too sprawling, too complex. Is that reason enough?”

Daniel said nothing.

So, in the end, would Nora really choose to work with Warner instead? Did she see more value in Olfactor?

She was turning to leave when Daniel’s phone rang.

He answered, then caught Nora by the wrist before she could walk away.

Annoyed, she snapped, “Daniel, would you stop already—”

“They found David’s body.”

Nora froze mid-struggle. “They found him?”

And the way Daniel said it—body—it meant David was dead.

Her first emotion wasn’t relief, but dread for the elderly Mrs. Cooper.

How devastated would she be when she heard?

Nora jerked her arm, desperate to break free. “Let go, I need to find Grandma.”

“We’ll go together. If something happens to her, you can’t handle it alone.”

Nora bit her lip and gave in.

Right now, Grandma was all that mattered.

They hurried downstairs, just in time to see the old woman set her phone down. Her face was ashen, and she swayed on her feet.

Nora’s eyes filled with tears as she rushed to steady her. “Grandma,” she whispered.

Mrs. Cooper’s mask of strength crumbled in an instant. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she clutched Nora’s hand. “Aurora, he… he…”

“I know. We’ll go right away,” Nora soothed, supporting her.

Mrs. Cooper nodded shakily. “Let’s go.”

She staggered out in silence—she wouldn’t let her own grief ruin someone else’s engagement.

Daniel gently took Mrs. Cooper from Nora, guiding her aside. “You’re pregnant. Let me take care of this.”

For once, Nora didn’t argue.

It felt especially cruel for the ones left behind.

Hans reached out and gently brushed her hair. “Yeah. He’s gone.”

When someone dies, the light goes out. The past, for better or worse, no longer matters.

They stood together in the corridor, neither of them entering, neither needing to say more.

By the time Martin and Shirley arrived, Daniel was leading Mrs. Cooper out. She collapsed into a chair, looking utterly spent.

“Mom, I’ll handle all the arrangements for David’s funeral,” Martin said, finally stepping up.

Tears streamed down Mrs. Cooper’s face. “You do what you think is right.”

She was exhausted.

She tried to stand, leaning on Daniel’s arm, but the world went black and she fainted.

“Grandma!” Nora cried out in alarm.

Overwhelmed by grief, Mrs. Cooper passed out. Nora stayed by her side, while David’s body was quickly cremated.

Four or five hours later, the old woman finally woke. Deep down, she’d always known it would end this way, but as long as David’s body hadn’t been found, she’d held onto a sliver of hope.