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

Chapter 689 Take Care Of The Money

“Mom, are you feeling better now?” Cassandra asked, sitting by the bedside.

Paula’s previous discontent seemed to melt away when she noticed Cassandra staying by her side. late into the night. “Much better now. You’ve had a long day.”

“No worries, Mom. You’re my mother. I need to show you respect and care,” Cassandra replied, holding her hand. After a moment, she added, “However, there’s something I’ve been meaning to discuss, though I’ve been hesitant because I didn’t want to worry you.”

“What’s the matter? Go ahead, tell me.”

“I think it might be wise to start planning for the future, given your current situation,” Cassandra suggested, trying to be as tactful as possible.

Tangements for after my

Paula quickly understood the implication. “Are you talking about death? Didn’t the doctor say that with treatment, I could live for at least two more years?”

“Mom, please don’t be upset,” Cassandra said gently. “I want you to live as long as possible. But we need to be prepared for the future. If something were to happen to you, like what happened today, I wouldn’t know what to do with your belongings.”

Paula listened in silence, a wave of disappointment surfacing once more. “Cassandra, I don’t have much money left.”

“Mom, do you not trust me? Do you think I’m only interested in your savings? Remember, I’m not just your daughter but also Queenie’s adopted child. Queenie made a will stating that all her

Cassandra continued, “Queenie may have been my adoptive mother, but you’re my birth mother. It doesn’t make sense for my adoptive

remark hit

to Cassandra, Paula had abandoned her due

felt guilty about abandoning her daughter, but hearing Cassandra suggest that

Paula said, visibly upset. “Go to my room and look

safe. Take it to the bank and ask for

that reverse psychology could

good care of this

Paula nodded.

had initially wanted to share her encounter with Cecilia tonight with Cassandra, but Cassandra said, “Mom, it’s getting late. I’m pregnant, so I’ll head

tomorrow.”

right.” Paula had no choice but

to Paula’s room. She opened the safe and, ast

still awake, joined her

the bank account was astonishing–an impressive one billion five hundred