NovelAmazoneChapter 192 "I called her family. Her brother and sister-in-law have taken her back hto recover," Joyce said.
"This all happened because of William, so we won't turn a blind eye. We've arranged to send 20 thousand dollars to her family every month. Once her and William's emotions are stabilized, we'll figure out the next steps." As they spoke, a maid's shrill scream cfrom upstairs.
"William!" Joyce stood reflexively and rushed upstairs.
Without much thought, Tiffany followed her up to the second floor.
Just as they reached William's room, they found a maid collapsed on the floor.
The door was wide open, and she stared inside, horror-struck.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtJoyce walked over. "What's going on?" The maid seemed too shaken to react, frozen in that pose.
Ignoring her, Joyce charged right into the room.
A step behind, Tiffany reached the doorway just as Joyce's piercing cry rang out. "William, my son!" Tiffany looked inside. The bedroom window was open, and the wind was gusting through.
A rope hung down from the ceiling, William dangling lifelessly from it. His body swayed thinly like a scrap of paper with feet dangling in the air.
Soon, the Lewis family's maids rushed over at the commotion. It took great effort to get William down from the noose.
Frantic efforts eventually revived him, his face mottled from the strangulation.
Joyce knelt, cradling William in anguish. "You foolish child, what am I supposed to do if something happened to you?" William's eyes were wide open but lifeless, staring blankly at the ceiling. They held no spark of life, only emptiness.
Tiffany thought William might have fallen ill because he was responsible for Brianna's illness, as well as the death of his unborn child.
Now, it seemed the situation was far graver than Joyce described. She watched as William appeared to have lost his will to live, intent on dying.
If they had been a moment late, he would likely be just a cold corpse now.
Tiffany felt no pity for William. He was not the victim in this, but the perpetrator.
Yet witnessing the once warm and vibrant young man reduced to this ghostly state stirred ssorrow and reflection within her.
Joyce called out to him repeatedly, but he remained unresponsive. It was as if they had only revived a soulless, walking corpse. William's spirit had already hanged itself dead.
en "William, William, look at me," Joyce pleaded. William's glazed eyes gave no sign of hearing her cries.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmTiffany could no longer watch.
"William, this all happened because of you. If you could bring yourself to do it, why can't you bear the consequences? And if you can't bear them, why did you harm others and then yourself?"
"Tiff..." Joyce sobbed, her words Finher caught in her throat. She wanted to roatys stop her from saying more, yet she felt powerless to intervene. But the mention of her nseemed to stir something in William's soul.
Joyce felt him move slightly. Looking down, she saw a flicker of life return to his eyes.
His gaze went over everyone to settle on Tiffany at the doorway.
Meeting William's stare, Tiffany continued. "Mrs. Lewis, let him go. If he wants to die so badly, then let him." "Tiff..."
"He's a grown man now. After committing such grave mistakes does he still need piners to console him? You can't watch him 24 hours a day. We should grant his wish if he sees death as a relief." With that, Tiffany picked up the rope from the floor and walked over, offering it to William.
The others looked on in confusion.
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