The Woman From Hell

"Okay," I responded and went into the bathroom.

Although Cecilia was about the same age as me, she was always very good at taking care of others. Many times, I would be put in a trance and see her with a motherly glow.

I was planning to have a quick bite outside but Cecilia disagreed. She insisted on taking me to the famous burger joint in town.

Therefore, we hailed a cab to the busiest commercial building in the city center, which was similar to Grant Corporation in Salt City. Over here, shopping, food, and entertainment were all conveniently located in the building.

When we arrived at the F&B area on the fourth floor, Cecilia brought me to have the famous chicken burger that she would not stop praising. It did taste pretty good. However, I did not have much of an appetite lately so I felt full after taking just a few bites. Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

Cecilia's appetite improved ever since she got pregnant. She finished her food very quickly.

"You don't have morning sickness yet?" I asked, looking at her.

She spread her arms. "Do you think I'm pregnant with

a fake baby? I have no other reaction apart from having a much better appetite."

"That's a good thing! Your baby will be an obedient and thoughtful child in the future." When I thought of my own listless appearance, I was sincerely happy for Cecilia.

"I don’t expect the baby to be considerate, I just want t o give birth to a healthy baby so I won't die alone." Cecilia seemed a little down. Perhaps she was reminded of the past.

"What are you talking about? I'm here for you. You won’t be alone." I patted her shoulder.

"Yeah, I still have you. I'm not alone." Cecilia shook her head and put on her usual smile. "Let's go shopping downstairs later. I haven’t bought anything for a long time and am tempted to do so."

"Okay."

Seeing that I had agreed, Cecilia immediately put down her cutleries and dragged me downstairs.

"Listen, there's a pretty good boutique over here. It's the designer’s own store, so the clothes in there..." Before Cecilia could finish her sentence, she clenched my hand and stood frozen on the spot. She stared fixedly ahead, her eyes filled with anxiety and terror.

I was slightly stunned and followed her gaze.

In the middle of the hall, a tall and handsome figure stood out from the crowd. He was impossible to ignore.

It was Tyler! There was a pretty and sensual-looking woman standing beside him. The two were talking, and they seemed to be on good terms.

What was he doing in Rosella City?

"Let’s go, Wanda." Cecilia pulled me away, her body shaking slightly as her complexion paled.

"This way.” I hugged her to console her, planning to leave from the side door immediately.

What I had for Tyler was not only fear but also hatred. Cecilia was different. All she felt was anxiety and fear. These feelings had been carved into her bones and accompanied her like a shadow.

Well, it made sense. Anyone who saw the potential murderer of one's parents would not be able to bring themselves to stay calm.

Initially, we thought that Tyler had not seen us because we were standing so far away.

However, after walking just a few steps away, a man clad in black stopped us in our tracks. "Ladies, Mr. Tyler would like to invite you for tea."

"Wanda.” Cecilia shifted her position and tugged at my clothes for dear life.

I understood the fear she felt. This was the first time she had faced Tyler since we escaped a few years ago.

I held her back and shook my head gently, saying to the man, "Please tell Mr. Tyler that we'll visit him

some other time. We still have things to do today.”

The man clad in black stood rooted on the same spot, staring at us with his dark pupils. "Mr. Tyler said that i f you're not free today, he won’t mind going over to you instead."

Cecilia let go of my hand and went up to scream at the man's face, saying, "We said we're not free because we don't want to see him! Don't you understand? Tell Mr. Tyler that if he still wants to live, then don't push me t o the edge. Otherwise, don't blame me for what I’ll do!”

Who knew how much courage Cecilia had mustered to say those words. It was probably a declaration of war against Tyler after spending all these years in fear, right?

However, the person listening was completely unmoved. The man acted as if he had not heard what she said. His voice remained cold and emotionless." Please don’t make things hard for me. Don't blame me for being rude.”

Cecilia stomped her feet in anger as an anxious look crossed her face.

I pulled her hand and said softly, “Looks like we can't escape this today. Don't be afraid. I’m here with you."