Chapter 18

Cecilia paused, incredulous, as she looked at Alston. She bit her lip and asked, "If I stay, you're willing to see Gladys?" Alston raised a finger to his lips, holding the glass of alcohol, and swayed it slightly. He squinted his eyes and focused his gaze back on Cecilia. "What? You want to explore my intentions? Are you so eager to have me meet that bastard?" Cecilia, emboldened by the alcohol, felt a surge of rage. She spoke coldly, "Alston, my daughter has a name! Her name is Gladys, not bastard!" Her gaze turned cold as she faced Alston, her aura weak and defeated, but her tone grew sharper, "I suggest you refrain from uttering this word!" Alston sneered, his gaze chilling as he glanced at Cecilia, his eyes filled with such sharp and terrifying emotions that they momentarily sobered Cecilia up a bit. With a contemptuous smile, he sitting while she stood, he still held the upper hand. This smile seemed to mock her recklessness. He showed no signs of backing down. Although Cecilia ha