Chapter 816

Chapter 816:

And yet, for all these years, Hector had held onto a bitter resentment toward her.

Now, the truth was suffocating.

Tears spilled from his eyes, carving wet trails down his face as his body trembled violently.

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.

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In Aswil, Madisyn 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 Madisyn and Milly had expressions of sudden realization, making him feel as if a dagger had pierced his own chest.

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