Chapter 5
Within minutes, the wail of sirens pierced the quiet evening air outside the funeral parlor, drawing immediate attention from passing vehicles. Two state troopers burst through the front double doors, their hands resting cautiously on their holstered service weapons.
"State police! What is the nature of the emergency here?" the lead trooper demanded, his eyes scanning the surreal scene: the open wooden casket, the weeping pregnant woman in a pale blue dress, and Eleanor standing frozen in her burgundy dress with sheer terror written across her face.
"My mother and her recruited physician declared my wife dead when she was merely paralyzed," Christian stated clearly, holding Clara securely against him. "They attempted to bury her alive to seize control of our family estate and unborn child."
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Eleanor immediately stepped forward, attempting her old aristocratic charm. "Officer, my son is deeply unstable after the sudden tragedy. This is a medical misunderstanding—"
"Save it for the investigators, Eleanor," the trooper interrupted coldly, pulling out a pair of steel handcuffs. "Ma'am, step away from the exit. You're being detained for questioning regarding an attempted unlawful burial."
