Chapter 331 My Daughter Is My Life


    Cecilia couldn’t help but chuckle coldly. This was her own birth mother, who seemed to wish nothing more than to see her fall. “I earned my money through my own abilities. If you want it, then get it through your own skills. Don’t think you can intimidate me with your words.”


    Without waiting for a response, she promptly hung up the phone. Cecilia tried calling Norman immediately afterward, but as expected, she couldn’t reach him. It seemed she would have to make a trip back to Tud to resolve this matter personally.


    Quickly, Cecilia got out of bed to check on Martha. The older woman was already awake, still trying to process the misunderstanding from the previous night.


    “Has Nathaniel really changed?” Martha asked, her voice filled with uncertainty.


    “I’m not sure either,” Cecilia admitted. “You should rest well and not worry about anything else.”


    Martha nodded in agreement. “Right,” she said, understanding that Cecilia had her hands full with other matters.


    Cecilia exined to Martha that a friend of hers had run into trouble and needed her care. “All right, you can go. Don’t worry about me. I can take care of myself,” Martha reassured her.


    But Cecilia couldn’t feel at ease leaving her alone at home with Nathaniel. “I’ll arrange for a caregiver to look after you,” she insisted.


    Knowing that Cecilia would worry if she refused, Martha nodded, epting the arrangement. “All right,” she agreed.


    When Cecilia descended the stairs, she found that breakfast had already beenid out in the dining room, along with a note. Nathaniel had left it, written in bold, mboyant characters: I’m going back to the hospital for a follow–up.


    In reality, Nathaniel hadn’t gone to the hospital at all. Instead, he had Mason wait for his return at Daltonia Vi. There were still some confidential documents there that needed his attention.


    Meanwhile, on the other side of town, Pa and Ste were seated in avish mansion. Pa was no longer the down–on–her–luckdy she once was.


    Five years ago, she had fled the country with her son, Magnús, and somehow managed to charm a prominent local Clusian businessman, marrying him and securing her position in high society.


    Now, she was a woman that all the elites of Tud wanted to curry favor with, and even Ste had to ingratiate herself with Pa, given her husband’s significant influence in the entertainment industry.


    “Mdm. Pa, did Ceci promise to repay the money?” Ste asked, trying to gauge Cecilia’s current situation.


    Pa’s frustration was evident as she scoffed, “She’s nothing but an ungrateful leech. The idea of her willingly paying back the money is simply ludicrous!”


    Ste tried tofort her, “Please, don’t be upset. Anger isn’t good for your health. Would you like me to talk to her? She’s always been stubborn, but if she knew about your current situation, I’m sure she would return the money to you.”


    But Pa stopped her, her willow–like eyebrows slightly raised. “Whatever you do, don’t reveal my current status to her. I have no desire to acknowledge her as my daughter.”


    Ste was taken aback by Pa’s heartlessness. After all, Cecilia was her own flesh and blood. “I understand,” she replied, concealing her shock.Content (C) N?v/elDra/ma.Org.


    As her gaze drifted to a photo on the table, Ste couldn’t help butment. The photograph depicted a woman performing ballet, bearing a slight resemnce to Cecilia. “Cassandra seems. more like your own daughter,” Ste said, her toneced with admiration.


    Whenever Cassandra was mentioned, Pa’s face would light up with pride, and her eyes softened with affection. Cassandra is my life,” she said, her voice tender. “If it weren’t for her, I wouldn’t have endured so much hardship all these years.”


    Ste had only a partial understanding of Cassandra Evans, but what she knew filled her with admiration. Not only was Cassandra beautiful, but she also had powerful backing. And most impressively, she had managed to win the favor of Pa, a notoriously cold–hearted woman.


    After leaving the mansion, Ste’s assistant quickly held up an umbre for her as she stepped into the snowfall. “Ste, where are we going now?” the assistant asked.


    Ste gazed at the vast expanse of snow, her mind already made up. “Let’s go to Daltonia Vi,” she said decisively.


    She had seen enough at the recent Rainsworth Group shareholders‘ meeting to know that Nathaniel wasn’t blind after all. Despite the resources she had secured from Pa, Ste knew she couldn’t afford to let her guard down if Nathaniel continued to pursue her.