Chapter 22
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Wilson lurched to his feet, face contorted in agony as he lunged at the man, only to be restrained by his father and security.
"Have you completely lost your mind? Haven't you humiliated this family enough? This ends now.
We'll turn this into a funeral. I'll arrange for proper rites and a decent burial."
At his signal, guards moved to take "my" body away.
"No! Father, please—don't take her—"
Wilson dropped to his knees, begging through tears, but his father ignored him.
In desperation, he broke free and lunged for "my" body, clutching it to his chest. No matter how they struck him, he wouldn't release his grip.
Until someone struck him from behind with a heavy object. He crumpled to the ground, and "my" body fell with him.
The guards quickly seized the opportunity to drag "me" away.
Wilson clung to the hem of "my" dress, his voice a broken rasp.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry...
Did you know the cure wouldn't work on you?
It's my fault—all my fault—I've killed you with my own hands again!"
