The help felt a chill traveling down her spine as Cindy stared at her. She immediately caved in. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Southall. I could’ve seen it wrongly. You should head in and see for yourself.”
With that, she hurried away.
As Henrick had released news about Shandie’s death, many guests had arrived to pay their last respects to her in the backyard, where her coffin was placed. Everyone working in the residence was busy serving the guests and had no time to talk to Cindy.
Cindy stared at the help’s back in a sinister manner and memorized her features before entering the mansion. There was a mournful air about the mansion.
Cindy sighed. We‘ve been married for years, and I used to love him. Though I’m glad he‘s dead, I still feel bad about it. Life is short, so I must live for myself! Hmm, where‘s the coffin, though? Is his body still at the hospital mortuary?
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