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.

knew I was your biological daughter, do you think she’d still leave the Jamieson family inheritance

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

listen. Once Queenie has written her will and is close to dying, I’ll tell her

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

finally

dare!” she

was startled by

I’ll kill myself! Without the Jamieson family fortune, I’ll be nothing.

softened once

“I..”

right? Can’t you rely on yourself?” Paula’s words would have shocked Cecilia if she had overheard

bought by Queenie. Do you really think I have your talent? If I had your talent, I wouldn’t have chosen to get married and have

cut Paula deeply,

with her own life, forcing Paula to keep quiet about the

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

talking quietly under the covers, the caregiver

meddle, but we

the blanket, her

head, changed her medication, and then