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.

that I had stopped in my tracks, he put on his shades, rolled up

I was curious as to how this man knew Mother, I did not have the

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

It fl

not seek my

that I would decline and he would start a fight with me

to be overthinking. I helplessly said, "Book them,

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

drove against traffic and was headed straight for us. His pupils contracted abruptly as he immediately slammed on the

I were caught off guard and received a major

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

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

as he said that,

then bound his

and quickly pulled out my

before the call was answered,

I held him and looked vigilantly at

come with us if you're smart," one of the men said