Chapter 23
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The onlookers fell silent, their mockery replaced by uncomfortable pity.
Some even urged his father to show mercy.
Eventually, Robert relented, though he still insisted Wilson arrange a proper burial.
In the days that followed, Wilson did indeed hold a funeral for me.
But when it was over, he pulled out a knife and slashed his wrists before my grave.
I watched him collapse, blood pooling around him. For a moment I felt shock, then nothing.
Death? Good. Maybe then he'd finally leave me in peace. All I wanted was to go home.
Unfortunately, his family found him before he could finish the job. They rushed him to the hospital just in time.
In a private hospital room.
Before he even regained consciousness, his family had arranged for reporters to be present.
When his eyes fluttered open, he faced a wall of microphones and cameras.
"Mr. Spencer, it's an honor to speak with you.
Your miracle cure has saved tens of thousands during this outbreak.
Since you made it freely available, not a single new death has been reported. You're being hailed as a hero worldwide.
Cities are erecting statues in your honor, calling you the savior of this crisis.
Our mayor will present you with the key to the city today. Do you have any words for our viewers at home?"
