Cecilia Vaughn felt a sweet metallic taste rising in her throat, and she staggered forward, unable to maintain her balance—
The surrounding men and women witnessed this scene with intense fright and disgust, stepping back half a pace, unwilling to lend her a hand!
This woman is terrifying, not only unfilial and wanton, but she even has blood on her hands!
Those studying at Stellerton University viewed Cecilia as a virus, instinctively forming a circle, leaving her isolated in the center.
...
Her body swayed, desperately trying to stay conscious, preventing herself from fainting.
But her head ached as if pierced by thorns, venomous words like "whore," "murderer" echoed in her ears, her heart filled with intolerable pain.
These words... are so cruel...
Why would she ever want to be a murderer?
Terrified and venomous gazes replayed endlessly in her mind, the cruelty akin to hammering her heart; she blinked hard, striving to stand firm, but the pain was overwhelming.
