Chapter 717

The beautiful woman named Georgina, who was usually so dignified and aloof, was now shedding tears in front of Celeste.

With the first tear came the second, and soon, they were streaming down her face like broken beads.

It was late at night. Celeste had already sent the night staff to bed, leaving only the two of them in the vast living room.

Celeste stood up to fetch some tissues and handed them to Georgina. She silently watched her until she eventually stopped crying and wiped the droplets from her eyelashes. Only then did they resume their conversation.

"This coat I'm wearing, he made it for me himself back then," Georgina said.

Celeste remembered the story Lawrence told about Diego skinning a live mink. She felt a shiver run down her spine. Looking at Georgina again, all she could sense was the stench of blood.

Georgina, Diego, and the now-deceased Jonah, none of them deserved sympathy.

They disregarded life, ignored moral principles, and were cold-blooded and selfish.

Her