One for Ian, one for herself.
She ate it as she walked out.
"Your Uncle Titus can't even eat, yet she's fine—in the mood to stroll through the black market and snack," Ruth Shaw complained.
Ronan Shaw couldn't help but jump to her defense. "How can you blame this on Cecilia too? By that logic, since Auntie lost her life trying to continue the Shaw family's bloodline, who's to blame for that?"
Ruth Shaw was speechless.
Just then, a shout rang out:
"Stop right there, you bitch!"
Cecilia Adler turned around to see the short man Nick Hughes had been bullying charging toward her with two young men. They quickly surrounded her.
"I've finally tracked you down. You smashed my head open last time, but what are you going to do now that there are three of us? If you know what's good for you, get on your knees and serve us. Otherwise, we'll make you pay."
Cecilia Adler calmly continued eating her candied hawthorn. "I'm in a bad mood today. Get lost if you don't want to die."
