Hera Cruel.
A name that had garnered too much attention for all the wrong reasons. Just that name alone was enough to conclude what she was as a person, especially those who hadn't seen her. After all, the people who had seen her — aside from her people — were either dead or missing from the face of the Earth.
That was why Old Madam Zhu was expecting Hera Cruel to kill her without batting an eye. She expected that she wouldn't probably see her face before a bullet made a hole in her head. Even if she did glimpse at her, she was expecting to see a pair of cold eyes watching her take her last breath.
Old Madam Zhu expected a lot of things once she came face to face with Hera Cruel. However, she didn't expect her to be smiling in relief after saving her life, nor did she ever think Hera would casually sit on the edge of the bed to look at her up close to make sure she didn't get hurt.
"Felice was right. My grandson will love you."
