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

Chapter 528 Already Dead

After comforting Cassandra, Queenie went out.

The director of the orphanage had a kind expression. “Mdm. Queenie, thank you for your support over the decades. I’m truly sorry I couldn’t be of more help.”

Queenie’s disappointment was hard to hide.

“Perhaps she’s already dead.”

The director tried to comfort her. “If the child hasn’t been found, she must still be alive in this world. Don’t lose hope. If I receive any information, I’ll contact you immediately.”

Queenie nodded.

“Okay.”

After Queenie left, a teacher beside the director commented, “Mdm. Queenie has been searching for her daughter for over twenty years. How could she have lost her child in the first place?”

The director sighed. “Mdm. Queenie had a very difficult life back then. She wasn’t as wealthy and powerful as she is now. The child was taken away right after birth and left at our orphanage’s door in the dead of winter. If I hadn’t seen that child, she would have frozen to death.”

The teacher wondered, “So why can’t she find the child now?”

“The child was adopted, but the information provided by the adopters was false. They probably didn’t want the biological parents to find the child,” the director explained.

“Oh, I see.”

to her daughter, Queenie had severe hemorrhaging

easy for her to escape the Jamieson family’s clutches. She later underwent plastic surgery. abroad and built her business empire. Upon returning, she took over the original Jamieson

wronged her met

in the car, Queenic looked at the photos Cassandra had sent, her

her biological daughter, Queenie had

to her. Anyone who made her daughter suffer would pay

“Stop all current collaborations with the

Rainsworth family but dared to mistreat

pondered how to make Cecilia

that Cecilia had

a nap to find blood on his

his

flare up again. He didn’t want Cecilia to know, so he removed the pillowcase, tossed it in the trash, and

send me

composing and didn’t

came out of the study and heard rustling noises from

Elliot frowned.

“It’s me, not Mommy.”

doing in

washing my underwear. Mr. Rainsworth, do you want to help me