FreeNovelChapter 936
After taking Munchkin to pay respects to Mother, | brought him to Cecilia's grave.
Although it had been three years, Cecilia's tombstone still looked brand new and there were no weeds around it.
Looking at the photo of the sweet-smiling woman on the tombstone, tears welled up in my eyes.
Cecilia's death was the most difficult forto accept. She was supposed to live a great life.
| could never stop hating Mason or learn to understand him. Why did he only know how to cherish someone after
losing them?
Perhaps he had never loved Cecilia or Samantha. He merely felt guilty about them. Unable to escape the
condemnation of his own conscience, he allowed the demons to devour him.
If the two of them were still alive, he would probably remain cold and indifferent to them. Perhaps they might
have even turned into strangers.
On my way back, | bumped into the man with the cold temperament again.
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His car was parked in front of the graveyard. It was a black Rolls-Royce. He was sitting inside, watching
Munchkin and me.
Seeing that | had stopped in my tracks, he put on his shades, rolled up the car window, and drove off.
Although | was curious as to how this man knew Mother, | did not have the strong urge to know the answer.
Hence, | was not very concerned either.
On our way back, Keith said, "Mrs. Grant, Mr. Grant wantsto book flight tickets for tonight for you and
Munchkin. Is that okay?"
It fl
Why did this man not seek my opinion first?
Was he afraid that | would decline and he would start a fight withon the phone?
He seemed to be overthinking. | helplessly said, "Book them, then."
We had visited the cemetery anyway and | had nothing left to do in Salt City, so it was fine to leave.
Keith was just about to say something when a car drove against traffic and was headed straight for us. His pupils
contracted abruptly as he immediately slammed on the brakes.
Munchkin and | were caught off guard and received a major shock.
The car that drove against the traffic stopped, and four men got out of the car. They each held a club in their
hands. They were clearly here for us.
One of the men rushed over to smash the window of the driver's seat. Keith hurriedly shouted, "Call the cops,
Mrs. Grant.”
As soon as he said that, the man opened the car door.
Keith was dragged out by two brawny guys, who then bound his hands and feet before stuffing him into the
trunk.
| was quite calm despite all this and quickly pulled out my phone from my purse to call the cops.
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However, before the call was answered, my phone was snatched away.
Munchkin cried in shock. I held him and looked vigilantly at the men standing outside the car.
"Ms. Lane, you'll cwith us if you're smart," one of the men said in a cold voice.
| pursed my lips. "What do you want?"
"We only need half an hour of your time.”
| was powerless in the face of these four brawny men. | n order to keep Munchkin safe, | could only carry him out
of the car obediently.
The four men surroundedand | compliantly walked toward their car.
When | got to the car, a black Rolls-Royce drove over.
A man walked out of the car, and it was none other than the man we bumped into at the cemetery.
He glanced indifferently atand asked the four men, "Where are you taking them?"
“Do you know what it means to mind your own business?" One of the brawny men looked at him with a hostile «
gaze.
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