Cordelia paused. She looked up and saw Zennie staring at the mug in her hand with reddened eyes as she waved frantically. “Cordelia, don’t drink it, don’t drink it!”
“Zennie…”
“Cordelia, leave now!”
Cordelia’s heart jolted. Before she could feel bad for Zennie or moved by her, she felt a force yanking her out of her seat.
Zennie was clutching her wrist to run out of the cafe, yelling, “Cordelia, go! Leave!”
Cordelia had never known a weak little girl like Zennie could be so explosive in strength that her wrist hurt from her grip.
“Cordelia, go!”
Zennie swatted the coffee off the table, shattering the mug with a clank.
“Zennie, we’re leaving together!”
“No, Cordelia, I—”
Before Zennie finished speaking, her phone started buzzing. She broke down and cried.
Cordelia grabbed her phone and held her shoulders to get both of them out. A shadow suddenly rushed down from upstairs and punched at them aggressively.
“Zennie Hamerton, you b*tch! How dare you not listen to me!?”
“Zennie has her own mind and thoughts. She knows what she should and shouldn’t do! What right do you have to control her so she listens to you?”
“Oh?” Phil finally removed his mask and cap, revealing a vicious smile on his pale face. “Mrs. Hamerton, huh?
“Hah, what a pity that Marcus ended up in jail for the rest of his life. Otherwise, I’d really like to ask him what it felt like to have fun with Mrs. Hamerton on the floor!”
“You—” Cordelia shook in rage. “Stop making things up!”
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