Chapter 152 Cold corpse

Alston furrowed his brow, a wave of nausea washing over him.

It would be best if Gladys' situation had nothing to do with Cecilia! Otherwise, this drama of crying, arguing, and threatening wouldn't end well for Cecilia. He wasn't that easy to deal with.

Alston's face grew darker than the sky. His strides were long; knowing Gladys was safe, he felt a strange relief and just wanted to get down the mountain and change clothes.

But as he took only a couple of steps, Cecilia blocked his path.

He squinted at her, a hint of malevolence creeping into his gaze.

"Move!"

Cecilia didn't budge. "Alston, you're going the wrong way."

Alston's lips pressed into a tight line. He was going the wrong way? There were three routes down the mountain, and the one he chose was the quickest!

"Move! Don't make me repeat myself a third time!"

The rain intensified, and where Cecilia and Alston stood was lower ground, water pooling around their ankles.

A flash of disgust flitted through Alston's eyes.