I Smashed My Boss's Coffin with an Axe to Prove She Was Still Alive

The chapel erupted into chaos. Eleanor demanded that the coffin be opened immediately, ignoring Arthur's desperate protests. With the help of two stunned pallbearers, the splintered lid was pried away. Inside, Emma Vance lay weakly, her eyes fluttering open as the bright chapel lights hit her face. She was alive, but she was incredibly weak, her movements sluggish and unnatural.

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Arthur tried to push his way to the front, his voice trembling as he attempted to regain control. "She needs medical attention immediately! I will take her to the estate clinic," he insisted, reaching down to lift Emma from the casket. But Mia stepped in his path, raising the axe slightly to keep him back. She knew that if Arthur took Emma, she would never be seen alive again.

Eleanor knelt beside her granddaughter, tears of joy and confusion streaming down her aged cheeks. She took Emma’s limp hand, which was indeed warm. "Emma, my darling, what happened to you? The doctor said your heart stopped," Eleanor wept.

Emma’s lips parted, and she struggled to speak. The paralytic drug that had mimic'd death was slowly wearing off, but her voice was still barely a whisper. She looked past her grandmother, her eyes locking onto Arthur with sheer terror.

"He... he did this,"

Emma whispered, her voice raspy.

"The tea... Uncle Arthur gave me the tea. He told me I would sleep forever."

A collective gasp rippled through the chapel. Eleanor froze, her head slowly turning toward her son. Arthur’s face drained of all color. He backed away, stammering excuses, claiming Emma was delirious from lack of oxygen. But the truth was written all over his panicked face. He turned to the family doctor, who was standing quietly near the back, but the doctor had already slipped out the side door, realizing the game was up.