The Woman From Hell
Chapter 2221

It just so happened to be the weekend, and Munchkin was also at home when I got home. He immediately rushed toward me when he saw me. "Mommy, you're back."

Nudging his little face, I smiled brightly. "Yeah, did you miss me?"

"Yes."

I held his little hand, and we went into the living room. The table was already covered with food, and it did not look like Caroline's work. Although the food smelled great, they looked worse than before. I looked up at Theo, who was not far away, and pointed at the table. "You made these?"

"Naturally."

"I testify that Daddy made all these. Daddy said that Mommy was coming back today and that he wanted to surprise Mommy."

Looking at these dishes, I nodded. "They look alright, but I wonder how they taste. I hope they won't give me diarrhea."

Hearing this, Theo's face drooped, and I quickly changed my tune. "They must be delicious. Munchkin, we'll clean up all these dishes tonight."

"Alright."

I turned to look at Theo and saw that his expression had improved. "Let's eat."

Putting my luggage aside temporarily, I sat down to eat first. I had to say, the taste was not bad.

"The food's pretty good. For someone who has never done any housework before, you know your way around the kitchen quite well when you put your mind to it."

"I just followed the recipes. It's nothing. It's very simple."

A few words of praise were enough to make him conceited.

I smiled and shook my head. Dinner was very filling.

The consequence of overeating was that I could not sleep. Theo brought me a digestive tablet and had me take it. "Why did you force yourself if you couldn't finish? Are you stupid?" "As if it wasn't to flatter you and make you happier."

Taking a sip of water, I swallowed the digestive tablet.

Lying on the bed, I rubbed my belly. "Shannon and I will go see Cecilia tomorrow."

"Why do you suddenly want to go?"

"I saw a woman who looked like Cecilia at Janston and the airport, but each time I went to look for her she disappeared. I think it might be because I haven't visited her for a long time, so this is her way of reminding me."

Theo embraced me and let me lean on his shoulder. "I think you were exhausted and ended up mistaking someone. But you can go and have a look." "Yeah."

The next day, Shannon and I bought some flowers before going to the cemetery.

There was a bouquet of flowers in front of Cecilia's tomb when we got there. They looked fresh as if they had just been put down.

Who else would come to see Cecilia apart from me?

"Who brought these?" Shannon asked suspiciously.

I shook my head. "I don't know either."

Could it be Mason?

Impossible. He was not out yet, so how could he come here?

Cecilia's family was no longer around, and I had never heard of her having any relatives. Who could it be?

"Forget it. Let's put everything down first." I put down the flowers I had brought.

Cecilia's smiling face on the tomb came into view. It made me feel like I was back when she was still around. I really hoped none of it had happened.

I sighed heavily, and Shannon could

tell that I was missing her again. She looked at Cecilia. "Don't worry, I'm supporting Wanda now. No one will bully her. I'm her best friend now, and stay by her side all the time. You should keep her safe and well

from up there too."

Fortunately, I still had Shannon.

Turning my head to look at Shannon, I smiled, "God took Cecilia away but sent you here. It was probably because I was so pitiful, so they got someone to accompany me." "Perhaps Cecilia manifested it."

We stood here for a long time before leaving. We then returned to the company.

When I entered the company, I glanced at where Nina was and noticed that she did not look very good.+had Shannon go in first and went over to her. "Nina, what happened?"

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