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.

on his shades,

did not have the strong

back, Keith said, "Mrs. Grant, Mr. Grant wants me to book

It fl

not

he afraid that I would decline and he

overthinking. I helplessly said, "Book

visited the cemetery anyway and I had nothing left to do in

traffic and was headed straight for us.

off

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

of the men rushed over to smash the window of the

that, the man

dragged out by two brawny guys, who then bound his hands and feet

quickly pulled out my phone from my purse

the call was answered, my

held him and looked vigilantly at the men

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