Just to be safe, Conrad had recorded everything Bronwen said earlier.
The villagers started filing out, most of them heading straight for Wilson’s secret cabin. Even though the police had set up a barricade and weren’t letting anyone in, you could still see inside from the entrance. After learning the truth about Wilson, people were caught between shock and fury.
Some of the girls pulled out the photos they’d taken earlier and showed them around. “You should check these. See if any of your family were hurt by him,” they urged.
Angry and anxious, everyone started digging through the pictures. To their horror, they found photos of little girls from their own village. Even though the images weren’t explicit, just seeing those innocent, smiling faces in that disgusting, hidden room was enough to make everyone’s blood run cold.
“That monster. How could a devil like that hide right under our noses?” someone shouted.
“What a snake! Why didn’t we just let the fire finish him off?” another spat.
“That bastard! We protected him, watched out for him. Who would have thought he is actually so twisted? God, what do we do now? I swear, I could kill him with my own hands.”
“The Fergusons deserve to lose everything,” someone else snapped.
A woman’s voice broke through, trembling. “My daughter… she was only five when he took that picture. How is she supposed to live with this?”
Now things started to click for the villagers. “No wonder he always hung around the little girls, handing out candy and inviting them to the Ferguson house. It was never about finding Louisa a friend. He was hunting our kids…”
“Why is Wilson still alive? Why didn’t we do something sooner?”
Some people broke down crying, others just kept cursing. Nobody could calm down. Fueled by rage, the crowd decided to march to the hospital and confront him themselves.
The police heard the uproar and quickly came out to stop things from getting out of hand. “Everyone, please calm down. We’ll get to the bottom of this. You have our word—we’ll bring out the truth and clear everyone’s name,” an officer promised. “He won’t escape this time.”
Wiona stood in the yard, looking up at the Ferguson family’s ancestral portraits in the main hall. They were scorched and crooked from the fire. She knew Wilson’s life was over. There was no coming back from this.
“We knew it was bad. The driver jumped in after her, and the rest of us ran along the river…”
“Oh God, we’re going to lose our jobs…”
That’s when it hit Wiona. When Bronwen gave her that message, she’d already made up her mind. She wasn’t afraid of not surviving her injuries. She had already decided to end her life.
The doctors and nurses couldn’t have known. No one can stop someone who’s already made up their mind.
Wiona glanced at Conrad, who caught her look and nodded. He turned to Phil and said, “File a special report about everything that happened today. After you confirm the facts, make sure the staff are treated fairly.”
Wiona patted the young nurse’s shoulder, not waiting for a reaction, and hurried to the riverbank.
The driver who jumped in first had managed to pull Bronwen out of the water. But her face was completely drained of color, and it was heartbreakingly clear she wasn’t breathing anymore.

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