When Lucy and Nancy saw the figure in the cremator, they screamed in horror."Switch it off!" Lucy demanded, panicked. "Switch it off! My son isn't dead!"At the critical moment, she finally abandoned the ruse of Christoper's fake death. Alas, she was a step too late.Once Christoper was reduced to ashes, she collapsed weakly to the ground. Her face, lined with wrinkles, seemed to have aged significantly in an instant.She crawled forward, drowning in tears, but the staff stopped her. "Don't go near it, ma'am. It's still hot!"Lucy pushed them away, sobbing uncontrollably. "That's my son! Didn't you see him sit up? This is murder!"I held back my laughter, maintaining an expression of concern as if trying to console a grieving elder. "Mom, Christoper is already gone. Please stay strong."Lucy, trembling with rage, lunged at me like a wild animal. "You vile woman! You killed my son! Give him back to me!"She almost knocked me over, but I steadied myself and said earnestly, "Yo
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