Chapter 270: He’s Right Here (Part 1)
Alison stared at the will and sneered.
She hated Jack. Not only had he abandoned her, but his death now forced her to keep living without him.
“Aidan, look—I’m a billionaire now.” She tried to mask her pain with a joke.
“Aidan, I’m counting on you to take care of everything for Jack, okay?” Her gaze was vacant.
“Alison, I can help you for a few days, but it’s best if you handle his business yourself. I’m busy too,” Aidan said, knowing the only things keeping her going were her children and her work.
“Aidan, please help me get discharged. My fever’s gone.”
She still wanted to see Jack—even his body. Only by seeing him with her own eyes could she finally give up.
“Stay two more days, Alison,” Aidan urged.
Alison climbed out of bed, holding her IV bottle in one hand. She was determined to handle the discharge paperwork herself.
This sudden move startled Aidan.
“All right, Alison. Just stay in bed. I’ll handle your discharge paperwork right now.”
As they left the hospital, her temperature hadn’t stabilized yet, and she walked with a wobbly gait.
“Alison, get in the car. I’ll drive you home. Sophia and Ethan are waiting for you,” Aidan suggested.
“No,” she refused, heading toward the entrance.
“Alison, where are you going? I’ll drive you.” Aidan grew anxious, following her in his car.
She ignored him and waved frantically at passing cars, but none stopped.
“Alison, get in the car! I’ll take you,” Aidan shouted, leaning out the window.
Alison finally turned around. “Aidan, I need to see him.”
“Get in the car. I’ll go with you.”
Alison got into the car, silent as a puppet.
The morgue door creaked open, releasing a chill that sent shivers down her spine.
She walked toward Jack’s body.
As the staff prepared to lift the white sheet, she whispered, “Please leave. I’ll do this myself.”
Her dazed eyes fixed on the mound beneath the sheet.
Aidan gestured to the staff, and they stepped out together.
The air was thick with the stench of cold and decay.
Alison still couldn’t believe the one lying before her was Jack.
Her hand trembled as she lifted the white sheet.
The body beneath was barely human—unrecognizable, twisted on the steel slab.
The collision had thrown him from the car; other vehicles had struck him again and again until nothing remained but a mangled shell.
Her heart trembled, yet she refused to believe it was Jack. His face was beyond recognition.
Her hand brushed the blood-soaked white suit, and tears streamed down her cheeks.
When she opened the door, Aidan was pacing outside.
Seeing her emerge, he rushed forward. “Alison, are you okay?”
She remained calm, her face pale.
Alison smiled. “Jack liked to be clean. I need to buy him another white suit. That way, he can rest in peace.”
“Alison…” Her smile made Aidan flustered. “Alison, don’t scare me like this.”
Her smile stayed fixed. “Aidan, I’m truly fine. I just want to buy him a suit. Would you mind helping me dress him?”
“Okay,” Aidan replied.
Alison selected a white suit for Jack and handed it to Aidan.
After that, she left everything to him. She couldn’t even bring herself to attend the burial.
She still refused to believe Jack was gone.
“Mommy, why isn’t Daddy home yet?” Ethan appeared at the doorway and shook her shoulders, puzzled. “Did Daddy really go to another world?”
Alison turned to Ethan and whispered, “No, Daddy’s just on a business trip. He’ll come back.”
“Yay! I knew they were lying! Mommy, why aren’t you smiling? You haven’t smiled in so long.”
“Ethan, have you grown up?”
“Of course I have! I’m a big boy now. I can protect Mommy and Sophia!”