Chapter 468 Agnes nodded anxiously, âDad, Iâll be happy, Iâm sure of it. Iâm really happy with Jared right now. Heâs the best person in the world and he treats me well. I believe weâll grow old together...â
A faint smile appeared on Prestonâs lips, âThatâs good...â
His voice gradually weakened, then slowly closed his eyes.
Agnes was very nervous, âDad, chat with me more, Dad, I have news for you, youâre going to be a grandfather, donât sleep, chat with me more, okay?â When Agnes said this, Prestonâs eyes flickered open.
Then he slowly said, âAgnes, Iâm very happy, but I have to go find your mom, Iâm afraid Iâm running out of time...â
Prestonâs voice gradually faded away.
And his grip on Agnesâ hand slowly loosened.
Prestonâs heart monitor slowly flatlined.
14 T Agnes, holding Prestonâs hand, couldnât control her tears.
SP She didnât understand why this was happening.
He had clearly woken up.
In fact, from the beginning, when she saw Preston, Agnes had a bad feeling.
Prestonâs condition was like a dying manâs last struggle, But if this was the end, Agnes would rather her father never woke up, even if it meant lying in bed for the rest of his life.
Agnes held Prestonâs hand for a long time, until it grew cold.
The doctors came over.
They examined him, then sadly shook their heads, comforting Agnes to grieve appropriately.
But she couldnât accept it.
Agnes was like a zombie, just sitting by the bedside.
The doctors and nurses were helpless.
Until finally Jared came over, he forcefully pulled Agnes away, pulling her back to reality.
She was crying and screaming.
Watching as they took her fatherâs body away, she chased after them crazily, but was held tightly in Jaredâs arms.
She cried until she almost passed out.
Why did this have to happen? Why did everyone have to leave her?
Why was she left alone in this world?
Agnes struggled madly.
Her fingernails scratched Jaredâs neck, leaving a trail of blood.
But Jared said nothing, just held her tightly, watching her break down.
In the following days, Agnes didnât know how she got through.
On the day of Prestonâs funeral, it was drizzling.
All the arrangements were made by Jared.
Agnes watched stiffly as a living person turned into a tiny urn of ashes, and was buried underground.
Agnes stood in front of the grave, watching as her fatherâs friends offered flowers and mourned silently.
Laura was crying hysterically next to her, but Agnes felt cold towards her.
Laura and Prestonâs divorce papers hadnât been made public yet.
To the outside world, she was still Mrs. Pritchard.
But because of the existence of that agreement, she couldnât get a penny of the Pritchard familyâs assets.
It was unclear whether she was crying out of guilt, for past feelings, or out of resentment.
Jared was behind Agnes the whole time, planning everything.
Tim also came.
After expressing his condolences, he just quietly looked at Agnes.
In the end, things were settled.
Jared took Agnes back to the Pritchard family mansion.
These days, Agnes was a bit lost due to her grief.
Sometimes she was numb, mentally hazy.
But in the moments of sudden clarity, she felt heartâwrenching pain.