Novel & Cerita How Does William Afton Die

“Why did your wife faint? Is it true that she is dead? Some people are whispering that she is pregnant, is it true? Is it true that because of how evil Damien is said to be she saw him and died? I wanted to say yes to that question so bad but it would lead to another headline. William Carter wished for his brother to die. William Carter promises to kill his brother. William Carter and his new wife were killed by Damien Carter. I wasn’t interested in heading any papers this week except because it was about me officially inheriting my father’s company and Lily was not dead. I would not even joke about that.

He growled, "Didn't expect it? Patricia even called him for help! And in the end, she didn't receive a single antidote. She succumbed to the poison!" A shiver ran through William. Ignoring the pain on his face, he seized Anthony by the collar. "What did you just say? Who succumbed to poison?" Bradley snapped. He shoved William aside and yelled, "It was Patricia! Are you satisfied now? Because you pulled every healer away and took all the antidotes, she couldn't be treated in time! She's dead!" Anthony shoved past the guards, landing blow after blow on William. "You killed Patricia! She's dead because of you! I'll make you pay!"

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.

Sonnet quickly brought her a glass of water. Sonnet turned to look at Maxwell and saw him with a pensive expression. “So, it was really Will?” She could not help but ask Maxwell. “He found out from Scout that you didn’t die, so he went to Mrs. Wilson to find out if you faked your death, but he didn’t expect such an accident to befall her.” Maxwell’s face was icy, and he said coldly, “Since that’s the case, I can’t be blamed for what I’ll do to him next!”

I continued. “Just like with Fallon…not exactly, but they stole her father’s lifework too and almost killed him,” Ben commented. I nodded, agreeing with him. “William’s wife was killed and then he went in hiding and in some way made it seem like he was dead too.” “That explains why there’s even a death certificate for him,” Ben said mostly to himself. “Damn…” It was a lot to unpack.

"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.”

In the past, I would have forgiven him and wanted him to live despite everything, but all my love toward him had died when he had thrown me into the freezer, knowing how traumatic it would have been for me. Blood dyed the floor red as I watched him collapse. Even though he was dead to me, my heart still ached. ‘No! William, you must live!’ I tried to say. Perhaps my prayers had worked because the butler discovered William in time, and he was saved. Then, I watched as he wailed in bed and screamed like a lunatic. He destroyed everything in his ward. The doctors and nurses did not dare approach him. The butler sighed long and hard as he braced himself before entering the ward. Then, he handed

Instead, it only provoked Mom's fury. Quickly recovering, Lindsey slapped herself several times while muttering, "It's my fault. I shouldn't have caused Aurora's death. I'm the one who deserved to die!" Mom's expression softened somewhat at Lindsey's self-blame, though not enough to comfort her. Realizing it wasn't enough, Lindsey snatched a scalpel from a passing nurse's cart and slashed her own wrist. "I'll go join Aurora in death. I shouldn't be alive anyway." At the sight of blood gushing out of Lindsey's wrist, Mom finally broke. She swept Lindsey into a tight embrace, her heart aching.

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.

I ask my dad. “I mean, he killed Will one evening. No one knew it. He rolled him up in a carpet and put him in the trunk. The next day, he took his wife on a picnic. Your Aunt Mary, do you remember her?” He pauses, and I realize that I do. The face of a beautiful woman with dark hair and big blue eyes comes to mind. “Aunt Mary….” I nod. “It’s been so long since I even thought of her. Wh-what happened to her?”