Mrs. Santos glanced upstairs. “Mr. Wilfred went straight to bed after coming home, but I noticed he’s having nightmares again. Honestly, I think you should—"Before she could finish, Karina rushed past her, ignoring the protest.Mrs. Santos tried to stop her, but it was no use. Karina sprinted up the stairs and pushed open the bedroom door, her heart clenching at the sight before her. Wilfred, who was usually so composed and aloof, lay on the bed, visibly distressed. His eyes were tightly shut, his face drenched in sweat, and his lips were pressed together so hard they were turning pale. Karina knelt by the bed, gently taking one of his hands in hers. It was so cold that it sent a chill through her. “Wilfred, can you hear me? It’s Karina. I’m here. Wake up,” she urged softly. But he didn’t respond. Karina took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. She placed her palm against his cheek and spoke in a soothing tone. “It’s just a nightmare. That’s all it is. Wake up
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