“But the doctor said your condition is not looking good, and you must stay in bed. If you go out like this, you might not make it through the week,” Clara said, looking at Morris worriedly. She did not want anything to happen to her husband now that her son was gone. “Don’t worry. I know what I am doing. I won’t die before I get my revenge. If not, I couldn’t face Clemont on the other side,” Morris said. With strong conviction, Morris could continue his vendetta against Edmund. He would not die until he crushed the Wittersons and saw Clarice die in front of him. “Where are you going? At least tell me where. I never asked about your work before, but this is about Clemont, I have to know,” she asked. Clara knew Morris would not lie to her, but she could not rest if she was kept from the progress. She had a hunch what her husband wanted to do, but she needed confirmation. “I can tell you, but you must promise you cannot tell anyone else,” Morris said with slight hesitation
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