My Death Countdown (by Netulla) novel Chapter 15

Chapter 15

The staff were inside for more than ten minutes before they finally came out, with another person following behind them.

Seeing their empty hands, that wave of panic and unease surged up in Adrien’s heart once again.

He pushed himself up from the chair, swaying unsteadily as he staggered a few steps forward.

“Where are her ashes?”

The two of them could hear the urgency in his voice. They exchanged a glance, regret written on their faces.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Farrell. I checked the records and found that your wife mentioned how she wanted her remains to be handled before she passed. We have already carried out her wishes and taken care of the ashes as she requested. I’m afraid your trip here was in vain.”

Hearing this, Adrien felt as if the strength that had been supporting him was about to dissipate from his body.

He clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and with great effort raised his hand to point at the documents in their hands.

Seeing how pale he looked, the two staff members could understand his despair. Worried that the contents of the file might upset him further, they hesitated and refused.

“Mr. Farrell, your wife has already passed away. You should take care of yourself. She will watch over you from heaven.”

From the pity in their eyes, Adrien could vaguely guess what was recorded inside.

A deep sadness welled up in his eyes, but he persisted and managed to get the file and open it.

Three different questions were printed on the white paper.

Each one had the same answer, written in the same monotonous way.

“No.”

Just two simple letters, yet Adrien saw them double before his eyes.

He forced his eyes wide open, moving his gaze downward, and saw another long line.

He recognized every word, but as soon as they entered his mind, they melted into darkness and vanished without a

trace.

He closed his eyes, then opened them, closed them again, and opened them once more, but still could not understand the sentence.

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Chapter 15

A kind staff member, seeing his actions and thinking he hadn’t understood, explained it patiently.

This time, Adrien finally understood the meaning of Sylvia’s last words.

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“After I die, please have me cremated immediately. There is no need to bury the ashes. When the first snow falls, find a place to scatter them.”

Adrien had no idea how he left that building.

Nor did he know how long he had been lying in the snow.

He only remembered that as he went downstairs, he lost his balance and fell, tumbling down the stairs.

The soft snow cushioned his body, and for a moment he thought he had ascended to heaven too, floating among the clouds.

It wasn’t until the snow melted from his body heat, soaking into his clothes and turning his skin a bruised purple from the cold, that he finally came to his senses.

Night had already fallen. It was very quiet all around. The lights in the building were out, and he was left alone with the snow.

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