The Woman From Hell

Chapter 936

After taking Munchkin to pay respects to Mother, I brought him to Cecilia's grave.

Although it had been three years, Cecilia's tombstone still looked brand new and there were no weeds around it.

Looking at the photo of the sweet-smiling woman on the tombstone, tears welled up in my eyes.

Cecilia's death was the most difficult for me to accept. She was supposed to live a great life.

I could never stop hating Mason or learn to understand him. Why did he only know how to cherish someone after losing them?

Perhaps he had never loved Cecilia or Samantha. He merely felt guilty about them. Unable to escape the condemnation of his own conscience, he allowed the demons to devour him.

If the two of them were still alive, he would probably remain cold and indifferent to them. Perhaps they might have even turned into strangers.

On my way back, I bumped into the man with the cold temperament again.

His car was parked in front of the graveyard. It was a black Rolls-Royce. He was sitting inside, watching

Munchkin and me.

stopped in my tracks, he put on his shades, rolled up the car window, and

I did not have the strong urge to know the

"Mrs. Grant, Mr. Grant wants me to book flight tickets for

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man not seek

decline and he would start a fight with me on

overthinking. I helplessly

I had nothing left to do in Salt City, so it

when a car drove against traffic and was

off guard and

car that drove against the traffic stopped, and four men got out of the car. They each held a club in their

of the driver's seat. Keith hurriedly shouted, "Call

he said that,

then bound

was quite calm despite all this and quickly pulled out my phone from my purse to call

the call was answered,

shock. I held him and looked vigilantly at the

smart," one of the men said in