The Woman From Hell

Chapter 679

After not receiving an answer from me for a long time, Munchkin looked curiously at me. When he saw the tears on my face, he asked in surprise, "Why are you crying, Mommy?”

I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment and bent down t o hug Munchkin. "Mommy will take you to see Cecilia tomorrow."

Munchkin looked at the photo and nodded, saying, " Okay."

The house had been vacant for a very long time, hence it was necessary to clean the house. I handed

Munchkin my phone and asked him to sit on the sofa quietly while playing with the phone.

He was a sensible child, so after playing with the phone on the sofa, he picked up the rag which I had placed on the coffee table and started wiping.

I walked over and rubbed his head. "You know how to help Mommy clean the house now, huh?"

Munchkin felt very proud and stuck out his little chest. "I've grown up."

I looked with relief at the picture on the TV stand and said silently in my heart, "Are you seeing this, Cecilia? Your child has grown up. He knows how to behave

and is a very good boy."

I brought Munchkin to the

that many more people

older woman. Perhaps she saw how adorable Munchkin was, so she smiled at him." This child is too young. It's best if he doesn’t

on Munchkin's head. "There's someone very important to

woman sighed softly but

end, I picked a bouquet of jasmine flowers.

that it?" the old woman

bunches of white roses, paid for them, and

it took us a long time to get to the

paying our respects to Grandma and Mom, we went to Cecilia's

bumped into a man standing in front of the grave. His figure was flawless, while his expression

three years. The warmth he had when we first met was gone. Instead, he had become a

and warmer as they aged, but some would experience certain events in life and grow colder as they aged. They would

had spent the last three years. All I cared about was that

silently in front of the tombstone.

the language of flowers, eustoma represented two things-eternal love and

how great a love is, too much is as bad as too little. Hence, a steady amount is the

"Mommy.”

standing still for too long, Munchkin opened his mouth to speak. He looked at the