Cecilia frowned, confirming that the phone number was indeed a stranger's. Frank really did not know when to give up; he must have changed several phone cards just to contact her.
On the phone, he continued to speak incessantly.
"How can a biological daughter be so heartless, you ungrateful brat?! If you don't hand over the house and the inheritance, never come back to the Morrison family!"
A sense of impatience rose in Cecilia's heart.
Frank’s business had been running into trouble lately, with his funds not flowing back. He would soon be blacklisted.
She didn't know who was behind this, but Cecilia preferred to call it reaping what he sowed.
"We no longer have any relationship."
After speaking, she decisively hung up the phone and blocked the number.
She lost all appetite for eating, so she stood up and took Emma.
"I'm really sorry, Great-aunt, but we need to leave now."
Elena nodded, looking at Cecilia with some concern.
