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

Chapter 786 Far More Important Than Queenie

“Do you really hate me that much, Cassandra? Do you truly want me to die soon?” Paula whispered from under the covers, afraid that the person in the next bed might overhear her.

Her voice was especially hoarse.

Thinking back, Paula couldn’t help but feel heartbroken. The daughter she had always been proud of, the one she had loved unconditionally and even compromised her own principles for, had just told her adoptive mother how much she despised her, found her repulsive, and even wished for her early death!

It was perhaps only at this moment that Paula could fully understand the harsh words she had once spoken to Cecilia.

“Mom, you misunderstood,” Cassandra quickly lied, trying to cover her tracks. “Queenie was with me earlier. You know how much she dislikes you. I had to lie to please her. Don’t take what I said. seriously. You’re my real mother. You’re far more important than Queenie, right?”

Paula no longer believed a word Cassandra said.

Her eyes grew colder. “Am I really more important than Queenie?”

“Of course.”

“Then go and tell Queenie the truth–that I’m actually your biological mother, that I gave birth to you,” Paula demanded.

Cassandra’s eyes narrowed. She nearly called Paula a crazy woman.

I was your biological daughter, do you think she’d still leave

her phone tightly. “What’s more important? That money or

her will and is close to dying, I’ll

Paula said, deeply disappointed. “If you don’t have the courage to tell

finally

you dare!” she

was startled by her

Jamieson family fortune, I’ll be nothing. Dad already took all of the Evans family’s money. Do you want me to

heart softened once

“I..”

a dancer, right? Can’t you rely on yourself?” Paula’s words

bought by Queenie. Do you really think I have your talent? If I had your

cut Paula deeply, leaving

was essentially blackmailing her with her own life, forcing Paula to keep quiet about

really seemed like this world had a way of making everyone meet

the covers, the caregiver guessed she was speaking

Paula, not to meddle, but we really shouldn’t

the blanket, her lips pale. “You don’t

caretaker shook her head, changed her