Facebook Twitter WhatsApp Pinterest Telegram Chapter 8 288 (Vouchers Chapter 8 The sound of the bell echoed in the quiet church, lasting for a long time. Marcus's ears rang, and he asked Laura, "Who was the person mentioned on the radio?" Laura covered her mouth in shock as she looked at Marcus's blank expression, shaking her head with tears in her eyes. "I didn't know... I didn't know." Marcus stiffened and took a step back. He abruptly pulled away from Laura's hand and strode quickly into the church. He urgently grabbed a mourner who was standing silently, his voice hoarse as he asked. "Who was the person mentioned on the radio?" The believer looked at him strangely and asked, "Isabella, do you know her?" Marcus was completely stunned, taking a step back in disbelief. "How is it possible? How is it possible?" Just yesterday, she was standing in front of him, wishing him a happy marriage. He felt cold all over, and suddenly the phone rang abruptly. He looked at the constantly flashing number and felt his heart sinking slowly into 0.00% 1325 Chapter 8 288 Voucher! the abyss, as if he could know everything just by answering the phone. His fingertips landed on the screen with a slight tremble. Laura hugged him from behind and cried, saying, "Can we talk about everything after the wedding? Today is our wedding day, you promised to give me the most perfect wedding." She had a premonition that once she answered the phone, the beautiful dream Marcus had woven for her would come to an end. The scalding tears soaked through the formal dress, falling onto Marcus's back. He gripped the phone tightly and clicked to answer. The next moment, a completely unfamiliar voice sounded in his ear. "Is this Mr. Harlan? This is the euthanasia organization. Before her euthanasia, Ms. Gibson requested that you return her ashes to her country after her death." Marcus stood still, feeling a chilling sensation slowly creeping through his veins. "What did you say...? Euthanasia?" After asking this question hoarsely, his emotions seemed to completely explode, roaring, "How could she have euthanized, she..." Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks. He remembered receiving a phone call three days ago, in which he was told that Isabella had scheduled euthanasia. 20.20% 13:25 Chapter 8 288 (Vouchers But what did he say at that time? He said, "If you're going to die, die far away." He suddenly remembered this sentence, feeling like his heart was being torn apart by a thousand knives, making it hard to breathe from the pain. He pulled Laura's hand and walked out. Laura stood in front of him, tears smudging her eye makeup. "Marcus, what did you promise my mother before she died? Have you forgotten?" Marcus lowered his head and stared at her blankly, as if he didn't even recognize her, his gaze passing through her and landing far away. His face was extremely pale. "I'm sorry, Laura, I'm sorry..." He pushed Laura aside, walked quickly to the car, and started the engine. Laura's crying came from behind, but he couldn't hear anything. The car raced and bumped along, the world chaotic and surreal. Marcus seemed to have fallen into a vast white mist, unable to see or hear anything, only the roaring in his head flashing back some fragments of the past. In the hospital, she said, "I came for a physical examination." Drops of blood fell onto the album, she said, "I caught a cold and got a 44.67% 13:25 Chapter 8 288 Vouchers fever." In the hospital, she looked out the window and said quietly, "My parents, they are both gone." "Marcus, could you take a picture for me?" Actually, he didn't tell Isabella that her complexion looked really bad. Even the hotel's orange-red lights shining on her face looked pale. Her smile was also pale, but the tears in her eyes were transparent. She said, "Marcus, I wish you a happy marriage." With a screech, the car suddenly slammed on the brakes in front of the medical facility. Marcus forced himself to walk into the institution, surrounded by a dead silence of stark whiteness. The heavy scent of disinfectant lingered in the air, bringing waves of suffocation. Someone saw him and asked, "Who are you? What are you here for?" I came to find someone, he heard his own voice, "I came to find Isabella." "Isabella? Isabella has already passed away, she is probably being cremated now." The man said, "Are you the person she instructed to take her back to her country before she died?" Marcus stared blankly at the person. 67.36% 13.25 Chapter 8 288 Vouchers "I was responsible for her euthanasia. Before she died, she left behind a diary. Since you knew her, why don't you take this diary back to the country for her?" The man took out a diary and handed it to Marcus. Marcus opened it woodenly, took just one glance, and the suppressed pain hit him like a dam breaking, flooding into his eyes. Tears fell drop by drop onto the paper, blurring the words on it. Page One. "On July 1, 2024, the weather was sunny." "Today marks the second month since we broke up, Marcus. I feel like I'm dying."