Chapter 254 - Its good that you dont feel well (1/2)
”Cousin, why are you smeared with blood? Is... is that yours?” Marga who was having the creeps by Seraphina's crazy appearance inquired. Slowly traveling her gaze from Seraphina's head up until half of her upper shirt, Marga's brows creased in apprehension.
”Oh? These? It's not mine, you don't have to worry.” Seraphina quickly examined her hands that has dried blood of Max then moves to her shirt that was also tainted with a reddish brown hue, as if she experienced an accident or been stabbed.
”not yours...” Marga murmurs as her gut feeling tells her that she shouldn't stay any longer around Seraphina. Alas, when she lifts her gaze again and met hers -- Marga's instinct tells her that it's not a good idea to leave just yet.
”Yup. I had a rough day today as I did a cleansing to the world -- reasons why I was late to this heartwarming family dinner.” Seraphina nonchalantly uttered as if she was just stating her job yet, her complex words could be understood in a different way.
After Seraphina spats her seemingly trivial adventure of the day, she was about to take another bite of one of the dishes, alas, she halted as her gaze follows the chopstick that fell to the shiny tiled floor.
Apparently, hearing her complex words, Marjorie's chopsticks fell to the ground as she somewhat felt the ominous aura that slowly developing inside the whole dining area. To her perspective, she was having a meal to a psychopath that will butcher them afterward -- just like in any horror movies.
”Auntie, are you okay? you look pale.” Seraphina uttered yet, unlike her concerning words, she was rather apathetic about the trembling Marjorie. Though Marjorie always kept her silence and seems like she is a harmless lamb, alas, Seraphina knew the depths of this woman's ambition and rotten soul. Hence, Seraphina is always up to play the who's the most villain of them all type of game.
”niece -- I, I don't feel good.” stammering, Marjorie moves her gazes back and forth from Seraphina and to her husband while the lower of her lips are slightly trembling. she continues,
”I --have to” however, before Marjorie could even excuse herself, she was abruptly interrupted by Seraphina's melodious voice.
”good.”
”huh?”
”It's good that you don't feel well.” Seraphina spats as the corner of her lips sweetly curled upward. George Yue on the side who had enough of Seraphina's constant intimidation slammed his fist on the surface of the perfectly-sculptured dining table.