When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel)

Chapter 451 He Might Be Dead

Cassandra finally understood why her father had married Paula, and why this stepmother cared for her even more than her biological mother ever had. Initially, she thought Paula was just trying to win her over, but now, everything made sense. She also realized why, despite Queenie being over fifty, she only had one daughter.

Cassandra glanced at the shredded paper in the trash bin, then abruptly rose to her feet. In a frenzy, she gathered the fragments, tossed them into the bathroom toilet, and flushed them away.

“I am the daughter of Queenie Jamieson, a successful businesswoman, not some child of a useless entertainer,” she muttered to herself.

To Cassandra, dancing was merely a form of emotional cultivation. Even if someone became a world–renowned dancer, it wasn’t as significant as being a successful female CEO. Besides, with Queenie’s resources, making someone a famous dancer would be as easy as spending money. Compared to Paula’s current homemak

personą, only Queenie was truly fit to be her mother.

After pondering for a moment, Cassandra called Paula back into the room. Her face softened into its usual gentle facade as she said, “Mom, I’ve come to understand everything now. From now on, I will definitely treat you with the respect and care you deserve.”

Paula, hearing this, embraced her tightly. “With your assurance, I am content,” she said, her voice full of warmth.

the conversation, “we must keep this matter between us. It’s crucial that no one else

her in

me after her death. But if she were

perfect sense, and Paula found herself nodding in agreement. After all, when Cassandra was first born and handed over to Ralph, Ralph told Queenie that the child was found and that

finally said,

following day, when Cecilia went for her prenatal checkup, Nathaniel insisted

you have work?” Cecilia asked, slightly

taken leave,”

any issues with that?” Cecilia’s suspicion about

not often you find someone like me, who, despite being

before. He was more focused and efficient than anyone else. He completed tasks in a fraction of the time it took others. Even though he was blind, his memory was exceptional. Once he had been somewhere, he could remember everything about it. At home, he functioned

right then,” Cecilia said, at a loss for

and only then did Cecilia proceed with her check–up. While she was undergoing the check–up, Nathaniel and Elliot, one big and one small,

his head, studied Nathaniel deeply. “Mr. Rainsworth, do you know where my daddy has gone? It’s been a while since I last saw him, and I miss him terribly,” he asked, his