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.

put on his shades, rolled

Mother, I did not have the strong urge to know the answer. Hence, I was

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

It fl

did this man not seek my opinion

he would start a

be overthinking. I helplessly said,

nothing left to do

to say something when a car drove against traffic and was headed straight for us. His pupils contracted abruptly as

and I were caught off guard and received a

men got out of the

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

soon as he said that, the man opened

then bound his hands and feet before stuffing him

and quickly pulled out my phone from

the call was answered, my phone

and looked vigilantly at the men standing outside

us if you're smart," one of the men said in a