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

wasn’t easy for her to escape the Jamieson family’s clutches. She later underwent plastic surgery. abroad and built her business empire. Upon

had wronged her met dreadful

photos Cassandra had sent, her grip

biological daughter, Queenie had always considered her as

her. Anyone who made

a call to her subordinate. “Stop all current collaborations with

had just established himself with the Rainsworth

Queenie pondered how to make Cecilia

that Cecilia

up from a nap to find blood on his

touched under his nose,

so he removed the pillowcase, tossed it in the trash, and went

me to the hospital for treatment. That’s really

busy composing and didn’t know that

of the study and heard rustling noises from the

Elliot frowned.

“It’s me, not Mommy.”

doing

Rainsworth, do you want to help me wash them?” Elliot