No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel 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 some formalities 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 home would 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 come over now," I replied, trying to sound more upbeat than I felt.

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 told me I needed a death report from the accident assessment center for my parents' death and deregistration certificates.

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 gaze questioning him.

"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 to regulate my breathing, as he approached, "Maybe leave a contact number?"

In this rewritten version, I've aimed to maintain the emotional weight of the original text while adapting cultural and procedural references to fit a more 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.