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Chapter 930

    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Chapter 930 No Cure For Regret</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Despite the woman referring to those possessions as junk, Cecilia didn’t feel as upset as she usually would, nor was she angry.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Thank you, then,” she expressed. “I wish you a swift journey to paradise, Mdm. Pa.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">With that, she hung up the phone.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cecilia was initially feeling rather calm, but she began to reflect on her childhood days. She thought back to how she used to constantly seek Pa’s approval, treating this woman as her own mother, only to be hurt time and again. Eventually, she found it increasingly difficult to contain herself.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Back at the hospital, Pa clutched onto her phone as Cecilia’s words echoed in her mind.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">I wish you a swift journey to paradise, Mdm. Pa.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Paradise?</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She was surely destined for hell after death.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Pa put down her phone and opened up the photo album. Astonishingly, it contained the diaries of Cecilia written during her childhood.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">In reality, after Pa first got her hands on Cecilia’s childhood belongings, she took a moment to look them over.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Leafing through Cecilia’s old diary entries over and over again filled her with utter regret. If she could have lived her life once more, she would have undoubtedly cherished this daughter of hers.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The caregiver could tell that Pa was genuinely sorry now.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">s, there was no such thing as a cure for regret in this world.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Mdm. Pa, I just got back from thew firm after inquiring about your case. They’ve agreed to take it on, but given yourck of funds, you’ll have to proceed with a contingency fee agreement. You won’t have to pay anything if you lose, but if you win, you’ll pay thewyer ten percent of the winnings.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Pa was currently incapacitated, so she had her caregiver consult awyer on her behalf to file for divorce from Ralph.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">If she were to win, ten percent of the money awarded to Pa had to be paid to thewyer as a legal fee.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">If she were to lose, there would be no need to pay anything.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“That’s fine.” The woman knew she could only take this risk.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“I’ll have thewyere over, then,” said the caregiver.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Pa nodded. “Alright. If I win thewsuit, I’ll give you one percent of the payment.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">It was only on the brink of death that she truly understood who had been kind to her, and who had not.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The caregiver waved her hand dismissively. “Let’s talk about this only if you win.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She simply wanted to help without any thought of marypensation.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Thank you.”</font></font>Belonging ? N?velDram/a.Org.


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cecilia remained unaware of Pa’s intention to file for divorce from Ralph.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She had simply asked Magnus to get Ralph to reim all the properties that once belonged to the Smith family.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">As Cecilia stepped out of the room and returned downstairs, Elliot turned to her. “Mommy, can I take pictures of all this stuff and send them to Jon?”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Of course.” Cecilia nodded.</font></font>


    Elliot showed Jonathan every single item that Cecilia had used during her childhood.


    Jessica also noticed these things, but she dismissed them with contempt.


    It’s all just trash. Why are they treating them as gold?


    A fine drizzle began to fall outside the window without anyone realizing it. A knock came at the entrance, and when Cecilia looked over, she saw Sven standing at the door, his hair thoroughly soaked from the rain.


    The woman stepped forward involuntarily.


    Upon seeing her actions, Jessica also limped along and asked, “Cecilia, is there something you need to talk to Sven about?”


    Wasn’t this a case of asking the obvious?


    Cecilia was exasperated.


    “Yeah, so are you nning to eavesdrop?” she retorted.


    Jessica’s face stiffened.


    “Why would I have to–unless the two of you are up to no good?”


    She sure had some nerve, standing there with an attitude that suggested she wasn’t going anywhere.


    In response, Cecilia summoned Sven into her own room to talk.


    Jessica was stunned. “Should you really be doing this, Cecilia?”


    “What’s the problem? It’s not like we’ve got anything to hide.
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