Still Loving You Nonetheless Chapter 15

"She leaped off from the cliff after stabbing me," Ysabelle bawled and continued, "Josiah, what should
we do? Meredith is dead...I can't believe that she's dead..."

The warden was terrified when he received the news that he had failed to keep Meredith safe. Hence
Ysabelle suggested to the warden to announce that Meredith was dead.

After all, Ysabelle was the one who encouraged Meredith to take her own life. It was impossible for her
to be alive after jumping off the cliff.

Ysabelle desperately wanted Meredith to die. She was hell-bent on getting rid of Meredith from Josiah's
life.

Josiah felt his stomach drop.

Staring at Ysabelle dazedly, Josiah stuttered, "What...what did you say?"

Ysabelle hung her head low and started sobbing again.

"Say it again! Who is dead?!"

"Josiah...Meredith...she's..."

"Shut up!" Josiah snapped angrily. It was as if he was reluctant to hear about the news, he then
shouted, "Get the hell out of here!"

Ysabelle had achieved what she wanted, hence she had no intentions of staying any longer.

Pressing on the wound on her lower belly, Ysabelle left.



Josiah shut his eyes tightly.

When he opened his eyes again, they were blood-shot red.

"What's with this mess?! What in the world was Mister Zyion doing when it happened?!" Josiah was
fuming in rage, flipping over the pile of documents on his desk causing them to scatter all over the floor.

Still fuming, he flipped over another pile of documents and shouted, "Get him here right now!"

Finn took a few steps backward and said, ''Mister Zyion was injured while trying to put out the fire and
he got admitted to the hospital. It will take some time before he regains his consciousness."

"I don't care. Drag him here even if you have to!"

"Josiah, please excuse me for asking this, but do tell me, what's the point in dragging Mister Zyion
here? Do you plan to have him repeat all over how Meredith died?"

Josiah looked up and glared at him coldly before seething, "Get the hell out of here if you have no
plans on helping me."

"I've told you that if you keep this up, you're only going to push Meredith to the edge. But you refused
to listen. So what now? Are you finally regretting it?"

"What are you trying to say?" Josiah glanced at him and asked.

"I'm trying to tell you that - Meredith is dead. There will never be another Meredith Leighton in this world
anymore."

Meredith died...

These words pierced through Josiah's heart like a knife, tearing and gnawing through his heart.



"If only you had been honest toward the feelings you had for

Meredith, do you think that things would have ended up this way?"

Josiah was clenching his fists tightly.

Taking two deep breaths, he slowly regained his composure.

Looking coldly at Finn, he said, "Dr. Finn, it is true that I am pained by what had happened to Meredith.
But this has nothing to do with whether I was honest with my feelings. Because right from the start, all I
cared about was her blood, not her.

"Well, now that she's dead. Yena wouldn't have anyone to supply blood for her. Rather than wasting
your time trying to lecture me, I'd appreciate it if you could find someone of the same blood type to
replace Meredith," said Josiah.

Studying Josiah's expressionless face, Finn asked, "Aside from her blood, don't you feel the slightest
sympathy for her?"

"No," Josiah replied solemnly.

"Alright then," Finn shrugged his shoulders and said, "Well, guess I should have minded my own
business. I'll do what I can to find a replacement."

With his back facing Finn, Josiah said, "You're right about there being no point in seeing Mister Zyion.
But help me pass on a message to him. I'm giving him a chance to redeem himself - have him bring me
Meredith's body."

Josiah refused to believe that Meredith was dead just like this. He had to see her dead body with his
own eyes.



After Finn had left, Josiah tried to get back to his work but he found it hard to concentrate.

All he could think about was how Meredith was dead after jumping off from the cliff.

Feeling agitated, Josiah threw the files on the floor. He then called for his secretary, Mister Wesley, and
said, "Send over more help and find me Meredith's body as soon as possible."

"Sir..." Carefully, Mister Wesley replied, "I've sent over a group of people earlier, but the waves are
raging white and it'd be difficult for our people to search for Miss Meredith."

Josiah felt something heavy pressing down on his chest. Gritting his teeth, he hissed, "I don't care.
Send professionals to do it even if you have to!"

"Sir, please excuse me for asking this. But may I know why you're pushing for this?"

Why?

Josiah could not seem to answer Mister Wesley's question.

Josiah too could not understand why he was being so anxious and irritated at the news of Meredith's
death.

Or why he was so determined to find Meredith's body. Was it really because of her blood?

"How many times do I need to repeat myself? It's because I want her blood!" Josiah enunciated each
word slowly as if he was saying those words to himself, "Even if she's dead, I will take every single
drop of her blood out of her body."

Josiah was trying to convince himself that this was the sole reason he was determined to find
Meredith's body.


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