<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Chapter 870 I Want To Make Her Proud</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The caregiver had prepared a meal for Pa. “Please eat some.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">To the caregiver, Pa still deserved forgiveness, considering she was nearing the end of her life and hadn’tmitted any serious offenses.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Over the past few days, Pa had consumed nothing but the glucose she was injecting.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Just when the caregiver thought Pa wouldn’t eat that day either, she mustered enough strength to sit up.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The caregiver quickly moved the small dining table closer.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“I want to watch some TV shows,” Pa uttered.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“All right.” The caregiver turned on the television, tuning it to Pa’s favorite dance show.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Pa nibbled on her food while watching the show.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Enjoy your food. I’m stepping out for a bit.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“All right.” Pa nodded.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">After the caregiver left, Pa found herself mesmerized by the young dancer twirling gracefully on the television screen. It stirred up memories of her past.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She had once led a blissful life, but now…</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">As the show ended, Pa stumbled upon a recent interview with Cassandra.</font></font>Text ? by N0ve/lDrama.Org.
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">In the interview, the reporter praised Cassandra’s dancing skills and frequently mentioned Pa, though his intentions were unclear. “Cassandra, I heard your stepmother was a renowned international dancer. Did her influence contribute to your sess today?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cassandra’s expression turned grim at that question. “I owe all my aplishments to my beloved mother, Queenie. She taught me that we can only rely on ourselves and instilled in me the importance of perseverance, of continually learning and mastering a task.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Pa knew Cassandra would never acknowledge her help, but hearing it spoken aloud only deepened her sense of disheartenment.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Thinking of Cassandra as the daughter she had brought into the world, Pa could no longer suppress her disappointment.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">However, at that moment, Pa also questioned herself. Why should I continue to think about someone like her?</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Secondster, Pa found her thoughts drifting back to Cecilia.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She remembered Cecilia as a child, standing on stage with battered and bruised feet, yet wearing a proud smile as she told the host, “My mother is a renowned dancer, and I want to make her proud.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The memories of the past filled Pa with a deepening sense of guilt and regret. When she was alone, she often broke down in tears.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Meanwhile, Cassandra had just finished her interview.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">As she stepped off the stage, she turned to her assistant and asked, “Who was that reporter who just interviewed me? Find a way to get rid of her. I don’t want to see her in this industry ever again.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She was infuriated with the reporter for asking inappropriate questions.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“I’ll have someone take care of it right away.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Although the Evans family had sold their business to another entity, Cassandra still had Queenie’s support.</font></font>
The Jamiesons were an influential family in Drocver and could easily get a reporter fired.
Cassandra sat down to rest as her assistant dabbed away her sweat. In a hushed tone, the assistant said, “I have an update on the song you asked me to investigate. It wasposed by Cecilia but registered under a different name.”
Cassandra instantly perked up. Cecilia participated in a songwritingpetition?
“How could shepose music since she’s deaf?” Cassandra couldn’t help but be curious. “y her song for me.”
The song Ceciliaposed, “Won’t Give Up,” had garnered significant attention online.
Its number of downloads and streams far exceeded those of the second–ce contestant, leaving no doubt that Cecilia would be chosen as the best songwriter of the year.
However, instead of being impressed by Cecilia’s achievement, Cassandra’s first thought was whether Cecilia had spent a fortune on purchasing streams.
Cassandra couldn’t believe that someone with a mild hearing impairment could haveposed such a sessful piece of music.