No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

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Chapter 351 "I'm calling from the Clear Springs Estate redevelopment office. We had posted a notice about the demolition a while back, and there are still sformalities to be completed. It looks like you're the last one we need to get in touch with." That call just added a heavier load to my already gloomy mood.

I knew about the demolition procedures for a while, but I had been dragging my feet.

In my mind, it felt like if I didn't show up to sign the paperwork, they couldn't proceed with the demolition, and my hwould remain untouched. But here we are, I still have to sign off on it, to tear it down.

I can't be the lone holdout, slowing down the entire process, affecting everyone else's chance at moving into their new homes.

After all, the estate is really run-down. Who wouldn't want to live in a new, modern apartment? "Alright, I'll cover now," I replied, trying to sound more upbeat than I felt.

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After hanging up, I let out a long sigh and drove to the redevelopment office. I went through the motions, signing where I was told. The only catch was that the property title was in my parents' names, and now I needed to provide their death certificates and cremation certificates to finalize the paperwork and inherit the property.

I understood it was standard procedure, but to me, it was brutally harsh.

My parents have been gone for over a decade, but I never went through the process of officially removing them from the records. In my heart, as long as our names were linked together, it felt like they had never left me.

But now, I had to erase their last traces from this world.

The cruelty of it was not lost on me.

Still, grief or not, I couldn't avoid it.

At the registry office, the clerk toldI needed a death report from the accident assessment center for my parents' death and deregistration certificates.

So, off I went to the department I had visited before to retrieve my parents' accident records. This time, things went smoother, although the officer did ask, "It's been so long since the accident, why are you only handling this now?" With a lump in my throat, I said, "Cause I didn't want to." The officer glanced at me, probably thinking my response was a bit petulant, but he didn't press further. He booted up his computer, pulled up the accident file, and started typing.

As the printer whirred, a warm sheet of paper with a freshly stamped seal was handed to me. "Please, take a look," the officer prompted.

I scanned, confirming the on-the-spot deaths. It felt as if my heart stopped beating for a moment.

Though I hadn't witnessed the accident scene, having seen the records, it was as if I had lived it.

Staring at those words, flashes of the crash scene bombarded me, sending shivers down my spine, my breath hitching.

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Feeling suffocated, trapped, I needed to escape. I turned and bolted for the door.

But then, a voice called out, "Wait a moment."

Reluctantly, I stopped and turned, unable to utter a word my gazem questioning him. The content is on ve.

novelenglish.net! "Are you okay?" he asked, looking concerned.

Judging by his question, my face must have been a ghastly sight.

I shook my head slightly, struggling m to regulate my breathing, as he m approached, "Maybe leave a contact Waybathing, number?" In this rewritten version, I've aimed

to maintain the emotional weight of the original text while adapting cultural and procedural referendes to fita mokė amore Western context. The essence of dealing with bureaucracy in the face of personal loss is universal, yet the details have been adjusted to avoid cultural discrepancies.

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