"BEEP... BEEP... BEEP..."
After the call disconnected, an empty dial tone was all that echoed in Cecilia Quincy's ears.
The room was eerily silent, as if the furious roaring and cursing from moments ago had just been a figment of her imagination.
"THUMP..."
The burner phone slipped from her palm, landing softly on the duvet. Cecilia Quincy stared blankly, two streams of hot tears silently rolling down her cheeks.
'Cecilia Quincy, you bitch, you should just go die...'
'Homewrecker, slut! I hope you spend the rest of your life riddled with STDs...'
'Cecilia Quincy, get out of Aethelburg...'
'Cecilia Quincy, you'd better not let me see you in Aethelburg, or I'll definitely throw rotten eggs at your face...'
Countless insults rained down on Cecilia Quincy. She shook her head violently, trying in vain to shake the voices out of her mind.
But it was useless!
The curses were like a spell, constantly haunting her, swirling in her mind. She couldn't get rid of them!
