Old Mrs. Trent was still conscious. Because her mouth was taped, she could only make muffled cries.
She glared at Cecilia Vaughn with eyes full of hatred, as if she wanted to gouge two holes in Cecilia's face with her stare.
Cecilia, however, was not afraid in the slightest. She coldly released the hold on Old Mrs. Trent's collar and threw her to the ground.
"Why are you looking at me like that? Shouldn't you be grateful? Since you love your cheap son Reginald Trent so much, wouldn't it be nice to join him sooner?"
...
How could Old Mrs. Trent be happy about that!
She had realized what Cecilia meant.
This woman actually wanted her dead!
Over the years, she had often wished she could peel Cecilia's skin and muscle from her bones to bury with her son. But Old Mrs. Trent was undoubtedly very afraid to die.
She didn't want to die!
...
"Mmm mmm mmm!!! You! …"
Old Mrs. Trent, hindered by the tape over her mouth, couldn't utter a complete sentence.
