The Woman From Hell novel (Wanda and Theo) novel Chapter 680

Munchkin got it now and nodded obediently.

"You must remember that she's your mommy,” I stressed again.

I could not bring myself to tell him yet that he was not my biological son, though I did not want him to not have any impression of Cecilia either.

"Is this child yours?" A man's puzzled voice rang out behind me.

I acted like I did not hear him.

Cecilia's last wish was to not tell Mason about this child's existence, hence I naturally would not let him know.

Munchkin looked quietly at the photo on the tombstone. I felt a lump in my throat.

Both mother and son had finally met. I wondered what Cecilia's expression would look like.

"Mommy Cecilia, Mommy said that you're a very important person, so from now onward, you're important to me too. I will think of you from time to time."

Munchkin’s voice was soft, and my eyes turned a little pink.

Mason was not a fool. He knew that I had a miscarriage back then, so he was sure that Munchkin was not my child.

He looked deeply at Munchkin and could probably figure something out.

He looked at me. "What should I call him?”

Clearly, he was asking for the child’s name.

"Nimue Lane," I said, my gaze falling on the tombstone. Munchkin used his tiny hands to wipe the dust away from the photo. I watched him and felt even more heartbroken now.

Mason nodded, his throat moving. "Lovely name."

I pursed my lips, feeling a lump in my throat. I often dreamt of Cecilia in my sleep in the last three years. I always saw Cecilia waving goodbye to me with my child.

After a very long time, she retracted her gaze. Her voice was slightly distant and cold. "It's been a while, Miss Lane."

I pursed my lips, my tone a little icy. "Hello."

I looked down, and when I saw her slightly bulging belly, I guessed that she was carrying Mason's child. I felt anger surge through me.

I turned around to look at the slightly pale-looking man and sneered. "Mason, what are you trying to do taking her here to visit Cecilia? Aren't you worried that Cecilia will come to haunt you in your dreams?"

What the f*ck was he trying to do?

"Don't get the wrong idea, Miss Lane. I was the one who wanted to come along. Don't blame Mason for it," Nadia said with a smile.

I glared at her with deadly eyes. "You know what you did back then. I admire your courage to show up in front of her. Perhaps you haven't suffered retribution yet. That's why you're not afraid."

She was half responsible for Cecilia’s death back then. How dare she show up in front of Cecilia's grave today? She seemed to have lived too comfortably all these years.