"No... It can't be. Brother Milo can't be dead."
Seeing her beloved die, Jocelyn Grant cried out in anguish, her expression helpless. "I don't believe it. What did you do to Brother Milo?"
Celeste Grant pointed at the dissipating little red flowers. "Are you blind? Didn't he already explode into little flowers? Those flowers are a testament to his love for you. How touching."
As she spoke, she couldn't help but start laughing.
"Hahaha, sorry, I couldn't hold it in."
'He's dead.'
'Is Hades really dead?'
Jocelyn Grant felt a pang in her heart.
At this thought, she murmured to herself, "Brother Milo, I'm the one who got you killed." Her gaze then shifted to Celeste Grant, filled with hatred. "Celeste Grant, it was all you! You killed Hades! He wouldn't have died if it weren't for you. How could the Grant Family have someone as vicious as you? Don't you feel any guilt? I'll haunt you even as a ghost, I'll never let you go!"
Celeste Grant smiled.
