Chapter 708

As Jaxon carried the doll back, Marie still clung to a shred of hope. Perhaps Jaxon was lying to her; perhaps this had nothing to do with Cecily after all. She simply couldn't believe that Cecily, whom she'd loved so dearly, could be responsible for such a thing. But when she saw Cecily approach her in the apartment, an overwhelming sense of despair and confusion filled her heart. "Cecily… Is it really you? I'm your grandma… "Cecily, talk to me! Why are you doing this? Cecily!" But Cecily acted as though she couldn't hear a word. She cast a brief, indifferent glance at the doll in Jaxon's hands. Instead of taking it over, she lifted her hand and slapped Jaxon hard across her face. Her cold, disdainful expression was nothing like the gentle and obedient young lady she'd always been in front of Marie. Marie was stunned. Jaxon, too, was dazed by the slap, and his first instinct was to throw a fit. But Cecily shot him a cold glare and snarled, "You almost ruined everything today!"