The little baby keeps pointing at his father’s coffin, what happens next is stunning

You will pay for everything you’ve done! Matthew growled. Sheriff Anderson turned to Clara, his voice deep and firm. We will conduct a full investigation.

Samuel will be taken to the hospital immediately. Clara nodded, tears still streaming down her face. She turned back to Samuel, feeling his weak breaths against her skin, but there was now a glimmer of light in his eyes.

You’re going to live, Samuel! You’re going to live! Lucy smiled, her tiny hands wrapped around her father’s. Papa, can we go home? Samuel’s lips parted, his voice hoarse but filled with love. Yes, let’s go home! St. Stephen’s Hospital Hospital, three days later.

The early morning sun filtered through the hospital window, casting a soft glow on Samuel’s face. His breathing was steadier now, his hollow cheeks slightly fuller, though his eyes were still heavy with emotion as he gazed at Clara and Lucy sitting beside him. Papa! Lucy jumped onto the hospital bed, wrapping her small arms around him.

Her tiny hands gently traced his face, as if making sure he was real. Papa, you’re back! Samuel gave a weak smile, his gaze brimming with warmth. I’m sorry, my love! His voice was rough, but each word was filled with emotion.

Clara gripped his hand tightly, tears rolling down her cheeks. Do you know how scared we were? Samuel nodded slowly, his expression filled with sorrow. I heard everything.

Clara froze. What do you mean? Samuel took a deep breath, his voice thick with emotion. When I was trapped in that coffin, I couldn’t move, I couldn’t scream, but I heard you.

I heard Lucy. I heard Henry lying. Dear God! Clara sobbed, throwing her arms around him.

Lucy clung to his arm, her voice pure and bright. But Mama saved you! I heard you calling me, Papa! Samuel looked at his daughter, his eyes misty. Thank you, my little angel! Lucy beamed and hugged him tightly.

Outside the hospital room, Matthew and Father Manuel waited. As Clara stepped out, Matthew approached, his voice steady. Henry has been locked up! He’s going to trial! Clara nodded, though her heart still felt heavy.

Father Manuel placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, his voice calm and reassuring. Samuel was saved! That is what matters most! Clara took a deep breath, then gave a faint smile. Yes! What matters most is that he’s alive! One week later, Castleton Provincial Court.

The courtroom was packed, filled with villagers who had come to witness justice being served. Henry was led in, his hands shackled tightly. His face was gaunt, his eyes filled with fear.

The prosecutor read the charges, each word slicing through the air like a blade. The defendant, Henry Jimenez, is charged with attempted murder, falsification of a death certificate, and the deliberate burial of a living person Samuel Herrera. A wave of murmurs swept through the courtroom, but Clara remained focused on one thing—Henry…