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Then I put the pic away and looked at William Afton feeling down, so King Thorax, Queen Chrysalis and I walked towards him. “William, is something bothering you?” I asked William. The missing children, Charlotte Emily, Clara Afton, Henry Emily, Noah Afton, Elizabeth Afton, Michael Afton & Evan Afton looked at me and William having a conversation “oh protector to be honest something is bothering me… I have been regretting my actions since the beginning of the FNAF franchise. I can’t stop thinking my murderous actions to the people I killed… I should be in hell with OMC but instead that didn’t happen because of your arrival… I…I kept getting nightmares of myself getting tortured by my family,

"Or did The Wolf make sure he didn't survive long enough to give us more information?" Santos arrived within the hour. Examined the photo. Ordered an autopsy. Two days later, results came back. Victor Ashford died of acute respiratory failure. Expected with his stage of cancer. But the toxicology report showed something else. Traces of a paralytic agent. Untraceable. Designed to look like natural death. Victor hadn't died of cancer. He'd been murdered. By The Wolf. In a federal hospice. With FBI agents outside. The Wolf could kill anyone, anywhere, anytime.

After a while, the sound of police cars started sounding from afar, breaking the gunfire and demanding William's retreat. As his car drove off, William had no idea if Samuel could have survived all those bullets. But he desperately prayed that he didn't. Two days after the shootout, he didn't hear anything. Then words came from the police that Samuel Curtez was found dead in one of the hotel rooms. William was all but happy about this news until he received a letter from his mail two nights after the news of his death. In the letter was written: "don't think this is over, Willy, cause it's not. And I will come for you."

“It’s been a month. You didn’t even visit me once. Jade, do you really not love me anymore? The past decade…” “I’m pregnant.” William’s face immediately fell. It was then that he truly realized that I would no longer love him. I had completely given up on him. Then, William set Luna Residence on fire and died in the fire. He got someone to send me a letter, and he wrote a long apology. I did not have the patience to read, so I tossed it in the bin. But Austin saw it. He was so pissed that he threw William’s ashes into a ditch. “You’re still wanting my wife to think of you when you’re dead? Dream on!

I began to read: "Tragic car accident in Brixton, on the Acre Lane highway, involving famous businessman William Ashford and his wife, Emily Borges. The facts are still unknown." If it was just the two of them, where was Susan? I kept reading, skipping some lines. "Emily Borges, 31, passed away during the ambulance transport. William Ashford, 33, is critically injured and has been rushed to London Central Hospital."

I instinctively replied, "Timothy's dead. Agatha killed him." He was stunned when he heard that as well. Since he had been busy with work and had just come out of the meeting room, he hadn't heard the news yet. Agatha killing Timothy with her own hands was truly shocking. Even someone like William couldn't help being surprised when he heard it. He thought he had heard me wrong and thought it was impossible. After all, Agatha loved Timothy with all of her heart. When William returned to his senses and saw how serious I was, he knew it was true. Then, he lamented, "I guess anything is possible when you've lived long enough."

Will reminds Addy “Alright! Alright!” She smiled and kissed him --------- 4 PM William went to the coffee shop near the City Hall. He walked to the table next to the window and sat there, alone. “Update!” He said to the man who sat behind him “Same! I think they thought it just a car accident, not a planned murder,” The man informed “Good! Do you think it is the right time to resume it?” Will said with low voice “It’s your call! I always ready,”

"The Worsleys are experts at martial arts. They must be able to stop the Legion! They simply must!" "Fucking hell, this Ashton fellow is such a lunatic! We never provoked him. What do the deaths of those people we caused have to do with him? Who does he think he is, some kind of righteous avenger?" "I'm going to kill him when I get the chance!" "Word just got in! The Worsleys have fallen. William was slain with a single strike, and Willa's face was slashed over a hundred times. Her head has now been hung up for everyone to see!"

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.

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.