My Death Countdown (by Netulla) novel Chapter 12

Chapter 12

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What aftermath?

Severe depression?

Half a year ago, the doctor issued a certificate stating that her depression had already been cured, didn’t he?

A string of words Adrien couldn’t understand kept looping in his mind.

He was still trying to grasp what those words actually meant, but the staff gave him no time to think, continuing to speak without pause.

“Yesterday we received the death certificate materials sent by the Swiss euthanasia organization Dignitas, and after confirming with the embassy, the contents were verified. As Ms. Rhodes‘ only relative, we need your cooperation with our work, please.”

The moment he heard the words ‘death certificate,‘ Adrien felt a thunderous explosion in his mind, as if his whole be- ing was about to shatter.

“Dead, death?”

The staff heard the shock in his voice and looked up at him in surprise.

“Yes, your wife Sylvia submitted an ID cancellation application at the police station half a month ago. Yesterday, we confirmed that she underwent euthanasia and has passed away, so we contacted you to process the cancellation. You didn’t know about this?”

Adrien understood every single word.

But when put together, he simply couldn’t comprehend their meaning.

Sylvia, dead?

Wasn’t she just angry with him, so she left home and disappeared?

How could she be dead?

Adrien couldn’t accept this absurd news, shaking his head desperately in denial.

“How could it be? She just celebrated her 24th birthday and made so many wishes she wanted to fulfill, How could she be dead?”

“She promised her parents she would live well. How could she break her word?”

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Chapter 12

“She said she wanted to see the first snow. Switzerland hasn’t even snowed yet, how could she bear to leave…”

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He pulled at his hair forcefully, the muscles on his face twitching in pain, still struggling to find any evidence to over- turn the police’s conclusion of death.

But as he spoke, his voice grew more and more hoarse and low, until only a mournful echo remained.

In the end, Adrien couldn’t utter another word.

Because he realized that nothing he said could prove Sylvia was still alive.

Instead, it became the breath that extinguished the last glimmer of hope in his heart.

He remembered the list of twenty wishes.

It was just an ordinary 24th birthday–why make so many wishes? Wasn’t there plenty of time to fulfill them in the future?

He recalled the things she said in the cemetery.

Every word was completely different from what she used to say; endless longing had turned into relief and release at the thought of seeing each other again.

He remembered her insistence on seeing the first snow.

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