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

Chapter 1722 Call Me Mom

"Mdm. Queenie," Cecilia called softly as she stepped inside.

At the sound of her voice, a faint light flickered in Queenie's weary eyes. "Ceci," she murmured, a rare warmth in her tone.

Despite her discomfort, she lifted a trembling hand and beckoned. "Come here, sit beside me."

Cecilia hesitated for a moment before making her way over and settling into the chair beside the bed.

"You look..." She wanted to ask what had happened, but the words faltered on her tongue.

Queenie, however, chuckled lightly, waving off her concern. "It's nothing. The changing weather must be making me look worse than usual. The doctor assured me it's nothing serious."

Cecilia gave a small nod. "Good to know."

Queenie shifted her gaze toward Caliste. Understanding the unspoken cue, Caliste gave a small nod before excusing herself, gently closing the door behind her.

Now, only Queenie and Cecilia remained in the quiet ward. Silence settled between them. Neither spoke, both unsure of what to say.

Queenie wanted to tell her the truth-to reveal the weight of her illness-but each time the words reached the tip of her tongue, she hesitated, unable to bring herself to say them.

Instead, she asked softly, "Ceci, do you still hate me?"

hesitated before she slowly shook her head. "I can't clearly remember everything from the past... but to

a moment, she

how weak her body felt, she refused to appear

once, call me 'Mom'?" Queenie asked, her voice almost

caught off

lowered her gaze and

"It's all right if you can't,"

truly had,

Cecilia nodded. "Okay."

conversation. "I asked you to come today

together. "What

speaking. "I want to transfer some

worried something unexpected

shook her head. "There's no need.

pull away, Queenie firmly grasped her hand. "Why wouldn't you?" Queenie asked, her voice tinged with emotion. "You're

After a long pause, she finally murmured,

Queenie's grip tightened. "Whether

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is something I want you to have. I've already spoken to Mr. Herrera to arrange everything. Please don't refuse. Lam your mother. What's mine is yours.

remember how

business attire, she stood beneath the drizzling rain, staring blankly at the sky. The cool droplets kissed her