I felt anger rise inside me, and I stormed into Jane’s room. To my shock, there was a strange man in the room with her!
When Jane saw me, she looked panicked.
“L–Leo! Why are you here?”
The man beside her sneered. “Just perfect timing. I’m Jane’s real father, Jeremy. You all think she’s this sweet and obedient girl,
don’t you?”
He laughed coldly. “She’s nothing but a devil!”
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“Stop, please…” Jane tried to stop him, but he didn’t listen.
“I warned you–no money, and I’d expose everything! Did you really think I’d let you walk away unscathed?”
Jeremy turned to us and mockingly said, “Open your eyes! That Silverthorn Wolfsbane? She poisoned your mate with it–paid a
witch to brew it!”
He paused for a moment to let the words sink in.
“She was never sick. Everything was staged–all to steal Viola’s last chance at survival! You’re all fools! Who treats an outsider
like royalty, while your own daughter and mate withers in front of you?”
Jeremy’s words struck like a silver blade, twisting deep.
And the worst part?
He was right.
We were all blind fools!
“Here’s the proof!” He threw a pile of documents at me. Charlie and Wendy stood behind me, barely able to breathe from the
pain.
Mark rushed to Jane’s bed, hitting her with all his strength. “You killed Mommy! Give her back to me! Give her back!”
“Get away from me! Did I kill her? You were the ones who gave me the Miracle Elixir! Your family murdered Viola, not me!” Jane
shrieked like a deranged woman.
I turned to the officers, my voice hollow but firm. “Arrest her. Charge her with intentional homicide.”
As we stood there, looking at the empty, lifeless hospital room, my heart felt heavy. We had all played a part in Viola’s death.
“Are Mr. and Mrs. Smith here?”
It was Selena, Viola’s best friend.
She handed us some legal documents. “Here’s the certified copy of Viola’s estate and final arrangements. Everything under her
name now belongs to you.”
Her face was blank as she looked at us. “If you’d known it would end like this, would you still have treated her that way?”
After she left, my in–laws and I broke down in tears, holding each other as we cried.
Our prejudice killed Viola, and our neglect cost her her life. Yet even in her final moments, she still thought of us and left
everything to us.
That night, we wept until dawn bled into the sky.
After the funeral, I moved into the cemetery grounds, while Mark went to live with his grandparents.
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I wanted to be near Viola and atone for my past mistakes.
‘Viola, I’m sorry.‘
