The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress

Chapter 1064: Chapter 1007: Mr. Reed Passes Away

"I’m not ashamed of you!"

"Mrs. Desmond treats me so well."

Sienna Johnson raised her eyes to look at Adrian Desmond and said, "Then after dinner, you wash the dishes."

"No problem."

Marion walked to the kitchen door, saw Sienna Johnson inside, and said to her, "Madam, Mr. Reed has passed away."

Sienna Johnson was stunned there.

Adrian Desmond was also very surprised and asked, "What happened?"

"In the afternoon, Mr. Reed said he was a bit tired and went to rest in the room. By dinner time, he still hadn’t woken up, and when Mrs. Brown went to wake him, she found he had already passed away."

"How could he die just like that?" Adrian Desmond didn’t expect Maddox Brown to pass away at this time.

"The doctor said he was old and overworked, his body couldn’t take it, and so he passed away..."

Sienna Johnson quickly walked out, and Adrian Desmond followed her.

...

Bedroom,

When Sienna Johnson arrived, the doctor was coming out, and she stopped the doctor and asked,

"Doctor, is there really no way to save him?"

"His body is already stiff; you should prepare for the aftermath."

After saying this, the doctor left with two nurses, one of whom was carrying a stretcher.

Sienna Johnson didn’t have the courage to go in; she didn’t know how to face Nicole Logan.

If they hadn’t met Sienna Johnson, they might still be in the Sunset Red nursing home, enjoying their old age.

"Why not go in?"

"I’m a bit scared."

"Scared of what?"

"Afraid Mrs. Brown will blame me."

"I believe Mrs. Brown is a reasonable person." Adrian Desmond held Sienna Johnson’s hand and pulled her inside.

Lying on the bed was a straight figure covered with a white cloth, and sitting by the bed was Nicole Logan.

Nicole Logan was still wearing a cheongsam, with light makeup on her face, always maintaining her grace and elegance.

"You came?" Nicole Logan asked hoarsely.

"I’m sorry, it’s all because of me... If it weren’t for me, Mr. Reed would still be alive." Sienna Johnson bowed her head, sincerely apologizing to her.

Yet her heart was full of gratitude for them. If it weren’t for Mr. Reed, her Curly might not be here.

"Birth, old age, sickness, and death come to everyone; you don’t have to blame yourself for my beloved’s death." Nicole Logan looked at her husband and said, "He would certainly be happy to have saved so many people before he died."

"Yes, if it weren’t for Mr. Reed, who knows how many people would have died from the virus spreading, even my Curly..."

"So, don’t blame yourself." Nicole Logan interrupted her.

Maddox Brown died from exhaustion!

At such an old age, still staying up late to research virus antibodies, even a young man’s body couldn’t take it, let alone an eighty-year-old man.

"You should leave now; I want to accompany him on his last journey."

How could Sienna Johnson leave at this time? Maddox Brown and Nicole Logan were deeply in love; with one gone, Sienna feared Nicole wouldn’t be able to bear the blow and might follow.

"You have no children, let my son ’break the pot’ for Mr. Reed."

"How could that be?"

Nicole Logan had never expected Sienna Johnson to be so generous, letting her precious son send her beloved off.

They were all from Sileria City, which still held many customs, the etiquettes of marriages and funerals being the most important.

It was very disgraceful for an elderly person to pass away without a son to send them off.

Despite studying abroad and receiving Western education, they were still Orientans at heart; the older generation couldn’t overlook this.

"Thank you."

"I’m not someone who forgets gratitude; you saved my daughter’s life, I will always remember."

Sienna Johnson walked over, holding her aged hand, and said, "Please give me a chance to express my gratitude by letting me take care of you."

"What do you mean?"

"Mr. Reed is gone, why don’t you come back to the Johnson Family with me?" Sienna Johnson wanted to care for Nicole Logan.

"I can go back to the nursing home."

"My home is large, with a grandmother, mother, and a sister, along with my husband, daughter, and son. They’re all wonderful people, you’ll like them."

Seeing Nicole Logan hesitate, Sienna Johnson said, "Then stay for a while, if you’re not used to it, I’ll take you back to the nursing home."

Nicole Logan finally nodded in agreement.

...

Because of Maddox Brown’s sudden passing, they rushed back to Sileria City that night.

Late at night, the Johnson Family’s door opened.

The old lady heard the noise and personally came to greet them, seeing Curly, she hugged her tightly, crying.

"You little girl, you scared me to death..."

"Great Grandma, I’m fine, don’t cry, you’re making my clothes wet." Curly said crisply.

"You ungrateful little one. Worried sick for you, I cry a bit and you mind."

Kathryn said, "Old lady, I told you, Curly is blessed, now you can rest assured."

"Look at this thin little face; Kathryn, have the kitchen stew some bird’s nest for her."

Late at night, Marion directed people to carry in Maddox Brown’s body, followed by a grieving Nicole Logan.

The old lady asked, "Sienna, who is this?"

"Grandma, I have something to tell you."

"Speak."

"Let’s find a place to talk."

"Oh? Okay..." Grandma saw her granddaughter’s serious expression and got tense.

Could something be wrong with Curly?

Sienna Johnson took the old lady to where the coffin was placed. Inside was a pitch-black coffin, the old lady’s coffin.

It’s a custom in Sileria City to make a good quality coffin in advance for elderly family members, hoping for longevity and happiness.

The old lady thought of the person carried in, and saw her granddaughter staring at her coffin, knowing what this girl was planning.

"You want my coffin, don’t you?"

"Mr. Reed passed away so suddenly, I didn’t have time to prepare his coffin. Grandma, please part with it."

"Why should I give it to him?" the old lady said childishly.

"Because if it weren’t for him, Curly might have died." Sienna Johnson morally implored, "Is Curly in your heart not worth more than this coffin?"

"Curly was saved by him?"

"Yes."

The old lady looked at her coffin and said, "Then give it to him."

"Thank you, Grandma."

Sienna Johnson was really afraid the old lady wouldn’t part with it, knowing the coffin wasn’t cheap, and the master craftsman who made it had died.

Meaning even with the best materials, no one could create such a perfect coffin anymore.

"You must make another coffin for me."

"Certainly!"

"It can’t be worse than this one!"

"Grandma, rest assured, your granddaughter has money now."

"What good is money, stingy."

Sienna Johnson: ...