Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany

“Dad?” Kenneth shouted again, but his father remained unmoving.

His subordinate, holding back tears, lowered his gaze. “Sir… he’s gone.”

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Kenneth’s hope instantly vanished. His legs gave out, and he dropped to his knees, not even noticing the fresh blood seeping through his bandages as he crawled toward his father.Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

“Dad-” Kenneth’s voice shook as he reached out, slapping his father’s face. The coldness beneath his hand told him everything he needed to know. It was too late. There was nothing he could do.

‘How could this happen? How could this happen?‘ he kept asking himself.

He had left so suddenly, without even saying goodbye. It had only been three days, and now he was walking into this nightmare.

His eyes burned with unshed tears as he choked on his grief. All the pain had drained out of him, leaving him speechless.

Odin immediately went to check the surveillance cameras, but although the cameras were intact, the signal had been completely cut off during the critical time. No one knew what had actually happened.

“Sir-” His subordinates exchanged uncertain looks, unsure of how to comfort him.

But Kenneth wasn’t listening. He kept slapping himself, his voice low and broken. “It’s my fault, it’s my fault! I didn’t protect them.”

If only he had known before leaving Lovell City, maybe he could’ve arranged things better. Maybe this wouldn’t have happened.

He hadn’t done enough. This was his way of punishing himself, though it felt like nothing at all.

Meanwhile, Tiffany arrived at the Harper family manor and got out of the car. The faint smell of blood hung in the air, making her heart tighten with unease.

She slowed her pace, her vision still blurry but clearer than before.

As Tiffany got closer, she could see Kenneth kneeling on the ground, slapping his father’s face over and over. His subordinates were standing nearby, clearly distressed, but no one dared to stop him.

Tiffany walked over and checked Ryan’s pulse–it was already gone. The body was stiff, meaning he had been dead for at least two hours.

She pulled her hand back and said softly, “Kenneth….”

He looked up at her, his face full of grief, and pulled her into an embrace, almost like a child trying to find some kind of comfort. For once, Tiffany didn’t push him away.

The sun had fully risen, and the rain that had been building all night started pouring down. It washed away the blood on the ground, and the sound of the rain hitting the earth filled the air,

Tiffany let him hold her as the rain fell, ignoring the pain in her wound as the wetness soaked through. Half an hour passed before he finally released her.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his handsome face, usually so composed, now looked raw and broken.

Tiffany sighed, closing her eyes. “We need to get you to the hospital.”