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

Chapter 1582 Mother And Daughter

Coincidentally, Cecilia returned home at that hour and noticed Queenie there.

Charlotte wondered out loud, "What is she doing here gain?"

"She's probably here to see Ceci," Lucille suggested.

After hearing the exchanged, Cecilia got the two of them to head in first. Then, she walked toward Queenie alone.

Queenie stood there, lost in her thoughts, oblivious to the fact that Cecilia was approaching her. "Mdm. Queenie," Cecilia called.

The sound caused Queenie to snap back to reality, turning around to face Cecilia. "Cecilia."

Cecilia nodded. "What are you doing here? Is something wrong?"

Queenie slowly shook her head in response. "No, it's nothing."

After hearing the reply, Cecilia was about to leave when Queenie couldn't help but stop her.

"Ceci, could you, perhaps, take a walk with me? Chat with me?" Her voice was laced with yearning.

When Cecilia saw the pleading look in her eyes, she felt it rude to refuse, so she nodded in agreement. "Alright."

A sparkle lit up in Queenie's eyes as she was overjoyed.

with the latter. As if she were a

just went out shopping. Our friend

I come to

getting married, she figured it was only natural for

some concern.

somewhat taken

it's inconvenient, then just forget it. It's no big deal," Queenie quickly added, afraid that she might be putting Cecilia in a difficult

bad. "It's not my

making an effort to

was just thinking that since she's your friend, I should send her a wedding

made it difficult for Cecilia to

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about Cassandra. "Ceci, do you think we would be happy now if I hadn't lost you when you were young? Would you turn out differently from who you are now?" Cecilia didn't understand her

let out a

or an adoptive one." Her hands, hanging by her sides, clenched slightly. "As a birth mother, I lost my own daughter. And as an adoptive mother, I spoiled my

with disappointment. "Maybe this is God's

her in such sorrow, Cecilia felt her

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