Did William Afton Die Novels & Stories

Until the third day, the old man couldn't take more and his poor heart lost its beating after a heart attack. " I killed him. " That was all, I said to Cupcake. She didn't say anything but I think her eyes sparked with the same passion as mine. Revenge. We freed our little angel. We took our baby murderers' lives. The next day police found the dead body of Mr. Altaf at the end of the cliff and the local newspaper had the headline, The famous businessman, Mr. Altaf died at the hand of the serial killer.

Soon, Matthew learned about their location and sent his men to fetch them. Ashton and Blake were going in somewhere in their car when they spotted a suspicious car. It was enough to cause alarm bells to go off in their head. They knew they were being followed. They sped up and so did the followers. The cat-mouse chase went on for some time until Ashton's car got hit by an approaching truck. Their car turned over twice after skidding in a circular motion. Ashton died on the spot whereas Blake's pulse was still there. Matthew's men took them to the hospital. And this is how Blake turned into a living dead. Matthew took her in and started her medication so that one day she would get better enou

"Emily Borges, 31, passed away during the ambulance transport. William Ashford, 33, is critically injured and has been rushed to London Central Hospital." A few drops fell onto the keyboard, and I realized they were mine; I hadn't noticed I was crying. I wiped my face with the sleeves of Will’s shirt and scrolled further down, where I saw images of the accident scene... I covered my mouth to muffle a sob. It was truly devastating; the front of the car was totaled, and the driver’s side windshield had a massive hole where, clearly, someone had been thrown through. "My God! How did I never see this?" Now I understood why Susan never spoke of it.

She banged her head repeatedly against the floor. I looked down at her from above, cold and unfeeling, and tossed a business card onto the ground. "There's a brick kiln in the northwest—hard labor, room and board included. With your strength, fifty years of work might just pay off your debts." Her face went pale. She collapsed in despair, utterly broken. Satisfied, I turned and walked toward the city's largest morgue. William lay on a cold iron slab, his body glazed in frost. Everyone—including the Stafford family—assumed he was dead.

Now the truth was a slap, jarring, and vile. "We need to call the police. Now!" The command shot from Wyatt as he stripped away his doctor's coat, the symbol of his composure and control. His car keys clinked, metallic and cold—a call to action. "We can't," William choked out, his face slick with tears. "She's dead. Ended herself after she confessed." Wyatt froze, his hand hovering over the keys. "What?" Disbelief shadowed his features, draining them of color. The room seemed to contract, walls closing in with the weight of unanswerable questions.

Zachary gazed out the window, as if looking at West Ridge in the past. "What did you discover?" "The matter my mom was investigating was real, and her death wasn't an accident. Someone deliberately caused it—someone you know." His voice grew increasingly cold. William's expression suddenly turned harsh—a look that hadn't appeared in years. He softly uttered a name, “Jethro Wilson.” Zachary was momentarily stunned. He had actually forgotten Mr. Wilson's real name. "Yes, that's him." William's eyes filled with contemplation. After a moment, he picked up the bottle of grain liquor and tossed it into the trash.

William halted, a concept crept into his eyes, and his gaze shifted to Brian, whose jaws quickly stiffened. 'Why is he staring at me? Brian couldn't help but feel frightened as he considered whether William knew anything, but how could he? “Your family pronounced you dead; do you believe Mr. Winston is accountable for that casualty?!" Another person from the media questioned William without thinking how serious his inquiry would escalate the already tense situation.

"Ethan is dead. William stood guard at the door. When I came back to deal with him after I gave you a ride, I found his body on the floor." “A murder mystery behind a closed door. It doesn't sound too fancy though. Did you think that William is your killer?" Clive shook his head as he turned the corner.

They made off with the man himself and a colleague before capturing several villagers. While they were escaping via plane, the plane was struck down by a missile. All members of the ZF organization died on the spot, while the hostages were freed. Anthony had died from being shot by the ZF organization members while he was protecting his colleague. Meanwhile, William was accorded medals of honor. Three days after the fiasco, Hilda still remained in the military hospital. She was currently watching the news. William's ceremony was currently being aired. She and Nathan were warded in the same room. He had cracked his ribs, while she had several leg fractures.

"William is dead. He was poisoned." The room fell silent, the only sound was Ava's sharp intake of breath. Luke's eyes widened in shock, his face pale. Ava's mind reeled, refusing to accept the news. William, the man who was their only chance of finding out who was behind all this was dead? No, it can’t be. It had been that he had been already poisoned all his way to them. Ava's voice trembled. "Who...who could have done this?" "We don't know yet, but we'll find out. I promise you that." Stanley's face was grim. “Still, I think he was already poisoned when we were with him. Maybe his chasers did that to him, I presume.”