My Husband’s “Work Wife” Is Just a SISTER? Let Me Teach Her How Family Trees Work novel Chapter 45

Chapter 8

*Ch-chief? You’re… you’re really not a fake?” Ethan stammered, disbelief written all over his face.

The police chief sighed heavily, then looked up, his gaze sharp as a blade, his voice grave.

“Luna Brooks, we retested the trace blood evidence from the syringe used that day. The results confirm it was HIV positive. We’ve also reviewed your prior medical records from the CDC. You knew your status, and you knowingly used

the same needle to expose your classmates. What was your intention?”

The collective gaze of the room locked onto her like a physical weight.

Luna seemed to have all the strength sucked out of her. She staggered back, bumping into a desk.

Her scheme exposed, her face was ghostly pale. She couldn’t utter a word.

“AAAAAAHHHH!!!”

A scream, so shrill it was distorted, ripped through the silence.

A girl who had participated in the “friendship blood relay” last week seemed to finally understand what ‘sharing a needle” meant. She clawed at her own arm, wailing in utter despair.

That scream was the match to the fuse. Panic detonated in the classroom.

“Luna has AIDS… and we all used that needle… Does that mean we all have it?!”

“Oh my god… me too? That’s hy I’ve been feeling like this…”

“It’s over. It’s really over. I don’t want to die. I don’t want this, I’m too young, I haven’t even done anything yet. I don’t

want to die!”

Some clutched their heads, tearing at their hair, sobbing hysterically. Others slumped to the floor, staring vacantly at the celling, muttering to themselves. Still others, remembering that needle coated with different people’s blood, felt a violent surge of nausea and began retching uncontrollably.

Fear spread through the room like a palpable plague.

The same students who’d been soaking up the glory of their so-called “unity” now looked utterly broken, faces pale, eyes wide with a kind of hollow, world-ending dread.

The coughing started up again, but now every hack sounded like the approaching footsteps of death,

“Luna, you bitch!” A hot-tempered boy, eyes bloodshot, lunged at the motionless Luna and grabbed her by the collar, “You’re sick! Why did you have to drag us down with you? WHY?!”

“Yeah, it’s her! It’s all her fault! She did this to us!”

Despair ignited into rage, spreading like wildfire. More students crowded around, shoving, cursing, screaming.

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