"So? Am I supposed to thank her for that?" Cecilia let out a sharp laugh. "If it weren't for her, would Damian Hawthorne have ever doubted my identity?"
"When she was using Selina Nathan's identity to discuss marriage with Damian Hawthorne, why wasn't she worried about my identity being exposed?" Cecilia walked up to Sharon Quincy, her gaze heavy. "Sharon Quincy, don't think for a second I don't know what you've done. No matter how well you act in front of me, you can't hide your true colors."
Sharon Quincy subconsciously took a step back, avoiding the topic. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Cecilia sneered, "Finn Hawthorne is dead."
Sharon Quincy's eyes widened. "What?"
"Finn Hawthorne is dead, Sharon Quincy. Do you know how he died?"
"How could he be dead…" Sharon Quincy shrieked. "He had so many family responsibilities! His sister is sick and hasn't recovered yet. How could he die?"
"He was murdered." Cecilia's voice trembled, her hands clenching into tight fists.
