Mr. Winchester

Every head that turned behind seemed to exclaim the same words “Mr Winchester!”.

How could it be possible? Michael fed this man before he left for the court this morning, he was still a puppet two hours ago. What suddenly happened?

“Da-dad?” Michael stammered as he stood from his seat.

“Is that not Mr Winchester?” The judged asked as he took off his glasses like he could see better without them.

“Yes your honor, it is me Gareth Winchester” he responded slowly as he took weak steps to the nose of the court and the nurse followed behind.

“Are you not supposed to be…” the judge started to say before he stopped.

“Paralyzed? Yes I was before few minutes ago” Mr Winchester responded.

Murmur intensified from the crowd as Michael tried to settle between disbelief and excitement. “Bless God,” Mr Charles muttered slowly after a heavy sigh.

“Any way the court is happy to see you well again. I was just about to pronounce punishment for the person who wronged you. Please have a seat as I state t
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