Chapter 83 - Eighty Three
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The grieving husband held Baron Edgar’s collar in a white-knuckled grip until he fell backwards onto the muddy, rain-soaked ground. Without hesitation, the man came down on top of him, his weight pressing Edgar into the cold earth.
"What? You want to give the money back now?" the husband snarled, his face contorted with a grief so profound it had become pure rage.
"Please," Edgar pleaded, his voice a pathetic squeak as he tried to lessen the man’s choking grip. "Please, let me go..."
"Do you know how my child died?" the man continued, his voice breaking as tears mixed with the rain on his face. "The baby was already due. We had a name picked out." Edgar was choking, his face turning a blotchy purple. "That child died inside its mother’s womb, writhing in agony because of you!" The man was crying openly now, his sorrow a terrible, powerful force. "The doctor said the fabrics she had been wearing for months, the ones she bought from you, the ones she used to make clothes for our baby... they contained poisonous chemicals. She died from it. From the dye in the cloth. You killed my wife. You killed her!"
"Spare me!" Edgar shouted, his voice a choked gasp. "Spare me, please! Help! Someone, help me!"
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Delia was sitting in the dim, incense-filled room, her own heart pounding in her chest from what she heard.
"After that day," the palm reader said, her voice stilling Delia’s pounding heart, "Baron Edgar came to see me. He was a terrified man. He sat right where you are sitting now and asked me to read his palm. He told me he had been cursed."