"If that maniac finds out you're so adoring of her face, I wonder how much she'd laugh at you."
Bang!
The man, who had been silent all along, couldn't hold back any longer and slammed the wine glass on the tea table.
A pair of sharp, cold eyes flew over with a knife-like glare, staring at him: "Who told you that Cecilia is an imposter now?"
"Isn't she..." Pausing for a moment, William Guillen felt dizzy from the confusion, "No, what do you mean?"
Thomas Shannon poured himself a glass of wine, took a sip, and spoke slowly, "She is the maniac."
She is the maniac?
Isn't she the imposter Cecilia?
"What's going on?"
"The imposter was taken by her, now she is the maniac."
Understanding the whole affair, William Guillen had to admire, he raised his glass, "I fully accept, I toast you."
Thomas Shannon clinked glasses with him and added, "Take some time to visit the medical office and check on Bay King, he... is not well."
