(Patricia’s POV) The moment I stepped toward the entrance, a group of familiar faces surrounded me. Their eyes were red and wet, filled with sadness, like they were mourning. Lucy was the first to kneel, followed by Rose. Mr. Gilbert stood behind them, his hands pressed together. I blinked, stunned. What on earth was going on? Before I could process anything, more people gathered around us, cameras in hand, some holding tablets and microphones… Reporters? James moved quickly, placing himself between me and the reporters, keeping them from getting any closer. The cameras clicked and rolled, capturing every moment. “Press are not allowed here,” James snapped. “Who gave you permission to come?” He had barely finished speaking when Gilbert cried out, his voice full of sadness. "Please, Madam Patricia, have mercy on my family," he begged, his voice heavy with sorrow. "We know we were wrong, but please have mercy," Lucy added, still kneeling, tears rolling down her cheeks. I froze,
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