Chapter 22

Misfortune took on flesh and came looking for Elena.

Cecile wore a confident smile.

She was certain that Elena could never turn her back on her own mother.

Elena, her face pale as death, grabbed Cecile’s wrist.

“How did you get here?”

She had known this day would come eventually, but she had not expected it so soon.

They had not even had money to eat, so how had she bought a train ticket?

“What kind of tone is that for your mother, who came all this way to see you, Elena?”

Elena closed the reception room door behind her, leaving the worried faces outside.

“What is your purpose in coming? Tell me the main point first.”

Elena spat coldly.

The delicious, enjoyable meal she had eaten sat like a lump in her stomach.

To Elena, Cecile was the symbol of misfortune, a grim reaper who would drag her into…