Rosalind White said she wanted to come to Sage's Mercy Temple to pray for her grandmother, but Cecilia Vaughn didn't believe it for a second.
She slowly put down her luggage, a mocking smirk playing on her lips.
"What a coincidence, Miss White, I recall telling you and Adrian about our itinerary back at The Law Residence…"
As she spoke, she glanced at Rosalind's well-fitted light green Burberry trench coat and then silently shifted her gaze to Rosalind's delicate face.
"Miss White, your voice just got better recently, and you're already eager to step out and catch a cold?"
"At my home, we have a small white cat with mismatched eyes. I don't know who was so cruel to cut out its tongue, a fate much worse than yours, Miss White…"
Thinking about how her voice was hoarse for two continuous months, Rosalind couldn't help but feel inexplicably afraid of Cecilia.
However, following the fear was an even stronger surge of jealousy.
