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Chapter 9

John whimpered. Upon seeing my face, he instinctively took a step back. Chris grabbed him by the collar, forcing him to confront my pale body.

"Look closely! Is this not Sandra?

"You're unbelievable! She's died such a tragic death, and you can't even squeeze out a single tear?"

Usually composed, John covered his face and broke down in sobs.

"How could she be dead? I… I clearly…"

He did not finish his sentence, and it seemed he did not have the courage to say it. No matter what he thought, I was dead, and he was the one who pushed me toward my demise.

I had never seen him so distraught. He collapsed to the ground, crying so hard that he could not even straighten his back. He repeatedly banged his head against the floor until blood streamed down his forehead when he finally lifted his head.

Chris kicked him in the chest, hatred etched all over his face.

"You still have the nerve to cry? Can't you act like a man and avenge Sandra? Find the bastard who did this!

"Don't tell me you
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