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

Chapter 1097 Cooking The Books

Several days had passed, and Queenie’s fondness for Cassina had grown significantly. However, she had also become somewhat more composed.

From observing Cassina’s eating habits and her general conduct, it became apparent that this child didn’t particularly resemble her.

The secretary advised Queenie, “When we first visited the orphanage, the director mentioned that there was only a fifty percent chance that the child was yours. I believe it would be best to conduct a DNA test.”

Queenie sat in her chair, her eyes filled with sorrow.

“It was no easy task to find Cassie, and it was only after much effort that we got to spend a few precious days together. If Cassie isn’t my daughter, then where on earth am I going to find my daughter?”

She was torn. On one hand, she yearned for her biological daughter, but on the other, she was too afraid to take a DNA test, fearful of disappointment.

Cassandra was aware of Queenie’s concerns. On the surface, she remained calm and composed, but behind the scenes, she was busy winning over the people around Queenie. She had some of the housekeepers subtly suggest that Cassina was nothing like Queenie.

Lately, Cassina had been living in fear, frequently making phone calls to her birth mother.

Cassandra had perfectly seized this opportunity, intercepting Cassina’s call content. She returned to her office to savor it at her leisure.

being

both doing this for Dylan. Just bear with it

of Cassandra’s

in the next moment, her

she will definitely

Ms. Smith?

of Cecilia’s face

ago, she learned that Paula

then who exactly

words, finding it hard to believe that such coincidences could actually occur in

truly Queenie’s biological daughter,

was floating. Every now and then, she found herself stealing glances at Cecilia, particularly at her eyes, which bore a striking resemblance

asking Queenie a question when she was a child. “Mommy, what does my little sister look

little sister looks a

recall Ralph’s words. “Do you know why your mother chose you first at the orphanage? It’s because your eyes and face resembled the daughter she lost shortly after birth. You’re

some similarities between

she was Paula’s daughter and that they were sisters, Cassandra wasn’t too surprised. After all, the

seemed as though it had morphed into a sharp