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His strength waned as he slowly lay down on the cold, unyielding floor.
Through his dimming vision, he saw her—his mother’s face, so familiar, so tender, appearing before him like a memory brought to life.
Reaching out with a trembling hand, Hector whispered softly, “Mom you’ve come to take me.”
Her smile was gentle, filled with forgiveness he had never thought he deserved.
Without hesitation, she took his hand, her touch comforting and warm.
Hector closed his eyes for the final time, a faint smile playing on his lips as he exhaled his last breath.
Not long after Hector’s death, the police uncovered the horrifying extent of his crimes—years of cruelty, mistreatment, and killings, both of women and animals.
The revelation sent shockwaves through the internet, sparking outrage and disgust.
People condemned Hector vehemently.
In Aswil, Isabella sat sipping her coffee as she watched the domestic news on her phone.
“They sure work fast,” she remarked casually.
“Indeed, but Hector wasn’t killed by Colson and his group,” Andrew replied.
Everyone was surprised.
Howard broke the silence.
“Hector accused Colson. Surely, Colson would retaliate?”
“True,” Andrew said, “but take a look at this.”
He received some photos.
“This is how Hector was found by the police.” He placed his phone on the table, its screen lighting up with a grim image.
Waylon leaned forward, studying the photo of Hector with a dagger embedded in his chest.
He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, searching for any detail that might stand out.
But it just appeared to be a simple case of bleeding out.
Howard nodded slowly.
“I see.”
Waylon tilted his head in confusion.
“What do you mean?” He noticed both Isabella and Milly had expressions of sudden realization, making him feel as if a dagger had pierced his own chest.
What was going on? Why did everyone seem to understand except for him?
Noticing his dejected look, Isabella smiled gently and began to explain.
“First of all, the dagger’s position is slightly off. It’s not where someone aiming for a clean kill would strike. Secondly, look closely—it’s a locally made dagger. Colson’s group has access to their own weapons—sharper, more efficient, and far more precise. So, it’s unlikely Colson’s group killed Hector.”
Waylon’s eyes lit up as realization dawned.
“I see! They wouldn’t bother buying a dagger in our country to kill Hector!”
“Exactly,” Isabella said with a smile.
“You’re quick to catch on, Waylon.”
“Of course!” Waylon straightened his posture, puffing up with pride.
“After all, I am part of the Patton family, too.”
Howard couldn’t help but smile.
Today, everyone stayed at the hotel, anxiously awaiting tomorrow’s election.
As time ticked by, the much-anticipated election finally began.
At precisely 9 a.m., attendees started streaming into the venue one after another.
Many police officers were stationed to maintain order.
Isabella arrived with Babette, pretending to be her assistant.
Andrew arrived shortly after, accompanying a businessman he had collaborated with in the past.
The hall exuded an air of solemnity and dignity.
Everyone was clad in black suits, seated neatly in their designated places.
Savannah’s gaze swept over Isabella and Andrew, her eyes flashing with a mixture of malice and steely determination.
As she passed Isabella, she leaned in and whispered, “You seem to enjoy meddling in other people’s affairs. But remember, those who meddle often find themselves in deep trouble.”
Isabella, unfazed, responded coolly, “At this point, instead of making threats, perhaps you should worry about whether your father can secure the position.”
Savannah shot her a frosty glare before taking her seat.
As the attendees gradually settled in, the election commenced promptly at ten.
The dignified atmosphere grew even heavier as the host took the stage, starting with the customary pleasantries.
After polite applause, the host began to announce the candidates.
“Thank you all for attending this election meeting. The candidates are Laurence Wilson, Owen Wilson…”
Savannah watched the host intently but was caught off guard when he continued, “And Dottie Wilson!”
The room fell deathly silent at the mention of Dottie’s name.
Dottie?
The name was well-known, but confusion rippled through the audience.
A year ago, Dottie had suffered a severe fever that had reportedly left her with the intellect of a child.
How could she possibly be a candidate now?
Savannah sneered but noticed Dottie, seated not far away.
Dottie sat with composure and elegance.
Her expression was serene, her smile perfectly measured, radiating an air of leadership and the commanding presence of royalty.
In that moment, Savannah was reminded of the Dottie from the past.
Dottie, a child prodigy, had captured the nation’s attention from a young age, excelling in countless fields.
It seemed there was nothing she couldn’t achieve.
Now, the shadow of her brilliance loomed once more.
Could Dottie have recovered?
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