Chapter 12
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"Go tell everyone the wedding is canceled because the bride died suddenly from illness. End this circus!
And afterward, get rid of her. We won't have someone who drags the Spencer name through the mud."
Wilson's face darkened with each word. He looked at my door, took a deep breath, and spoke with cold determination.
"The wedding continues as planned. James, come with me."
"You! How dare—"
Ignoring his father's protests, Wilson strode away.
For some reason, I felt pulled along in his wake, unable to stay behind.
Outside was exactly the chaos James had described.
Guests crowded the hall, some tearing up invitations, others demanding refunds of their wedding gifts.
When Wilson appeared, the tension escalated instantly.
"Just because you created some miracle drug and everyone calls you a hero doesn't mean you can make fools of us!"
"Exactly! A wedding turned funeral? Can't you Spencers tell the difference between a bride and a corpse?
Or maybe you want to marry a dead woman, Spencer? Ha! Now that would be something to see!"
The crowd erupted in cruel laughter.
"SHUT UP!"
Wilson's face contorted with rage.
