The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1272

He himself was under house arrest, confined to this small space, awaiting legal judgment.

“I can’t accept this… I won’t accept this!” Vincent roared, violently slamming the newspaper onto the floor with a dull thud.

His eyes were bloodshot, swirling with a storm of rage and despair.

His hands clenched into tight fists, his nails digging so deep into his palms that they drew blood.

How could he accept it?

He had been just one step from success, only to be utterly ruined at the final moment.

***

Elsewhere, at an elementary school in the city center, the final bell rang.

Children poured out of the classrooms like a flock of chattering birds, rushing toward the playground.

Only one small figure remained behind, sitting alone in a corner of the classroom.

He kept his head down, his fingers unconsciously picking at the hem of his shirt. It was Raffy.

Ever since the news of Harold’s arrest had spread, everything at school had changed.

The friends who used to play with him now avoided him, whispering behind his back. Their words were like needles piercing his heart.

“His dad’s a criminal, a traitor!”

“Stay away from him. He’s probably a bad kid, too!”

“My teacher said that the children of people like that can’t be any good!”

Raffy heard every single word.

He clutched his shirt, his eyes turning red, but he fought back the tears.

He wanted to argue, to shout, *My dad isn’t Harold!*

But when he opened his mouth, no sound came out. Besides, Alexander wasn’t his dad, either.

He lowered his gaze and bit his lip hard.

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