When Mr. Stewart stormed into the third basement floor of Garcia Tech’s office building with his men, William was standing right before Laboratory Capsule No. 7.The police had cordoned off the scene, and doctors were busy restoring my vital signs.I had lost so much weight that I was all skin and bones.My wrists, neck, and temples were covered with needle marks.My father's body swayed when he saw me, and my father's attorney, Mr. Lane, held him steady.“Mr. Stewart,” he said.My father didn’t cry.I walked to the laboratory capsule step by step before finally putting his palm against the cold glass.“Tiffany, I’m here.”I couldn’t respond to him.I could only make the monitor at the side light up with the words: [Dad, don’t fear. I’m still here.]My words made tears fall down my father’s cheeks.William stood by the side, his voice hoarse as he said, “Dad, I…”My father turned around and slapped William hard.His slap came quickly and viciously.The corner of William’
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