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

Chapter 687 Stop Lying

As expected, Cecilia spotted Cassandra surrounded by a group of people.

Paula, on the other hand, was pushed into a corner by the crowd, looking utterly helpless.

An unusual glint crossed Cecilia’s eyes, but she quickly looked away. “Let’s go.”

“All right.”

Meanwhile, Paula stood awkwardly in the crowd, hoping Cassandra might lend her a hand. However, before she could ask, someone unexpectedly shoved her forward.

She fell hard to the ground. Passersby glanced her way but offered no help.

A sharp pain shot through her abdomen as if she were being stabbed repeatedly. She wanted to get up, but no matter how hard she tried, her body refused to cooperate.

Paula glanced toward Cassandra, only to find her engrossed in signing autographs and taking pictures with fans.

With no other option, she began to muster the strength to climb back on her own. Just then, a voice came from above. “Mdm. Paula, do you need any assistance?”

lifting her head, only to meet Cecilia’s

contracted, panic surging within her. All she wanted at that moment was to disappear and

here? I don’t need help from someone like you!” Paula shot back, her tone sharp and biting. “You’re

of amusement danced in Cecilia’s eyes, the faintest hint

explain, “Mdm. Paula, Ceci and

around.”

however, didn’t believe her words. How could there be such a

“Stop lying! You really think I don’t know what’s on your

laugh. “I’m just curious how your

at Cassandra, but instead of getting angry, she directed her scom at Cecilia. “And don’t even think you can compare yourself to her. She’s a world–renowned dancer! And you? You’re nothing but a cripple, a useless waste of space. Do you think you can

was the first time Vivian had witnessed a mother berating her own daughter so

passed away years ago,

treat her child this way was unfathomable. Unable to hold back any longer, Vivian spoke up. “Mdm. Paula, do you even realize your daughter is

could finish, Cecilia cut her off sharply. “That’s enough,

Vivian stopped talking.

surge of anger had almost made Vivian forget that Cecilia’s identity as a composer was still