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    Gavin, his father, had arrived.


    “Vince!” Gavin’s face was ashen, his voice filled with disbelief. “How could you have done such things? Do you have any idea what you’ve done? Did our family mean nothing to you?”


    Each word trembled, heavy with heartbreak. “You’ve crushed everything I ever hoped for.”


    No retort came from Vince. Theughter died, and his body sagged.


    His chin dropped to his chest. He stood silent, motionless.


    Realization hit harder than any prison bars—the Ward family was powerless to shield him now.


    No one would weep for a murderer.


    Only cold cells, iron bars, and the slow ache of regret stretched ahead.<fn29eb> Chapters first released on fin?novel</fn29eb>


    The woman he had chased for so long had never once looked back.


    As his world faded to gray, Vince’s final glimpse was of Maia turning away. And beside her, standing tall, was Chris—the man Vince had always despised.


    The officers wasted no time. Vince was promptly taken into custody, yet tension still hung thick in the air.


    “Seal the entire perimeter and sweep every section of the building!” The sharp order from the special opsmander reignited the unease among those present.


    “Everyone listen carefully! Do not panic. Leave in a single file. No running! This isn’t over yet. There may still be explosives inside. Stick to the assigned exits and follow our lead!”


    Members of the SWAT team moved with practiced speed. Megaphones redmands while other officers fanned out, securing key locations. Detection equipment buzzed as K9 units sniffed through each level—lobbies, elevator shafts, vents. No space was overlooked.


    Anxiety began to ripple through the room again. Some people slumped to the floor, lightheaded. Others stood trembling, hands pressed over their mouths to stifle sobs.


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    Panic pushed one individual to the brink. He scrambled toward the railing in a desperate bid to escape, unaware that a fall from that height could kill a grown man instantly. Thankfully, an armed officer grabbed the man just in time and dragged him back from the edge.


    “Are you out of your mind? Evacuate in order! Do you hear me? Don’t run! Keep it together!”


    Across the lobby, the crowd stood frozen, caught between terror and exhaustion. Fear still clung to their expressions like a shadow that wouldn’t lift. No one could say for sure whether Vince had nted another trap.


    But as the panic slowly faded, a sobering truth began to settle in. Had everyone bolted in fear from the start, the aftermath would’ve been far worse. The real tragedy wouldn’t havee from a bomb, but from the chaos of people turning against each other in blind desperation.


    Even with heavily armed officers keeping order, some still broke down—crying, shaking, unable to stop themselves. Being afraid of dying is part of being human. No one should feel ashamed for that.


    But what separates people from instinct is the choice to stand their ground. And in that moment, courage made all the difference.


    True heroes are those who stare death in the face and walk forward anyway. Maia was exactly that kind of person.


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