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

Chapter 747 Dealing With Her Own Hardships

Paula never expected that when Cecilia came over, it was merely to hand her three hundred. thousand. In the past, that amount wouldn’t even be enough for her to gamble once, let alone match the cost of one of her previous handbags.

“Are you kidding me? What can one possibly do with three hundred thousand?”

Cecilia looked at her calmly. “In an average household, three hundred thousand could cover the down payment for a house. How could it not be enough for you to use in a month? I don’t have any more than this.”

Cecilia added before she left, “Don’t waste your energy suing me. I’ve consulted with a lawyer. I’ve been giving you three hundred thousand a month, fulfilling my duty to provide for my parents. Even if you sue, it won’t make a difference.”

“You jerk!”

Paula was about to rise from her sickbed to confront her.

The caregiver hurriedly stopped her, lowering her voice, “Mdm. Paula, please calm down. I had. just received a call from Cassandra not too long ago. She asked me to resign, even stating she won’t be paying me anymore.”

Paula’s mind went blank. “What does that mean?”

The caregiver’s face was grim. “Don’t you get it yet? She doesn’t want to deal with you anymore.”

Paula collapsed heavily back onto the hospital bed, the pain in her abdomen intensifying. She was in such agony that she couldn’t even move.

“Quick call the doctor…”

her pants were already

immediately activated the emergency

nurses

toward the room she

Paula being wheeled out of the ward and

that Cecilia was still

hemorrhage

Cecilia’s hand involuntarily clenched,

to the caregiver, “She and I had severed. our mother–daughter relationship a long time ago. Apart from our blood

mother is always a monow deep must the resentment be to sever a

“she gave birth to you,” held a moral weight that burdened Cecilia for half

as she let out a cold laugh. “Do you really think I would have come here to give money to a woman who never treated me like her daughter, if it weren’t for the fact that

understood what

didn’t expect the caregiver to understand her. She turned her head toward the window,

want to treat her well? Do you think I was reluctant to spend

trembled slightly, as she held back from voicing the embarrassing

at mother herself, she couldn’t comprehend a mother not loving her own daughter. Gently patting the Cecilia’s arm, she comforted, “Sweetheart, don’t be upset. If she