<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Chapter 1025 Her Only Daughter</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">After Queenie left, only Cecilia and Cassandra remained in the ward.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Not wanting to waste any time, Cecilia passed the documents over to Cassandra:</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Ms. Evans, these are the financial reports from our joint venture. Please review them and let me know if there are any issues.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cassandra, however, did not respond, Instead, she said, “I’m thirsty. Could you pour me a cup of water first?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Seeing the situation, Cecilia had no choice but to first fetch her a cup of room temperature water.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cassandra took a sip from the water she’d fetched, unsatisfied.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“I need some hot water,” Cassandra said, deliberately being difficult. “Cecilia, is this how you manage Orion Corporation’s sales department? You can’t even pour a cup of water properly.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">If you’re unsatisfied, you’re wee to liaise with someone else.” Cecilia maintained herposure.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">A smirk of mockery tugged at the corners of Cassandra’s mouth. “Well, what if I don’t want to? What can you possibly do to me?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cassandra then held out the water cup to Cecilia once again. “Now, pour me a cup of hot water!”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">When Cecilia was just about to reach out to take the cup, Cassandra lifted her hand with force and sshed arge cup of water onto Cecilia’s body.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cecilia didn’t even have time to dodge, and she waspletely drenched. Her hanging hands slowly clenched into fists.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Are you upset?” Cassandra’s face was full of smugness. “If you want to me someone, me yourself for your humble birth. If you had a powerful mother, you wouldn’t be bullied by me, right?”</font></font>N?velDrama.Org owns ? this.
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cassandra was right about what she said.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">If Cecilia had someone like Queenie as her mother, she wouldn’t be bullied by anyone. Even Elena would be wary of her.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Unfortunately, up until then, she still didn’t know who her biological mother was.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cecilia was not disturbed by her antics. She looked at Cassandra with an unwavering gaze and said. “Then you’d better pray that Queenie can protect you for the rest of your life.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Upon hearing her words, Cassandra inexplicably felt a sense of worry in her heart, yet she didn’t let up with her sharp tongue.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Even though my mother will age and eventually pass away, I am her only daughter. After her death, all her wealth will be mine. You will never surpass me in this lifetime!”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Once Cassandra finished speaking, she tore the report that Cecilia had brought into shreds.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“This report is far from satisfactory. Go back and redo it,” Cassandra demanded.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">After enduring a series of ordeals with Cassandra, Cecilia finally returned from the hospital.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">On the way back, she leaned against the chair back, feeling exceptionally weary.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">At that moment, a call came through. She picked up her phone, and to her surprise, it was a call from Pa.</font></font>
The phone kept ringing. Cecilia was hesitant about whether to answer it or not. Finally, she decided to answer it, curious to hear what Pa had to say.
A wave of excitement surged in Pa’s eyes when she saw that the call had been connected.
“Ceci…”
“Mdm. Pa, what do you want now?” Cecilia asked.
As Pa listened to Cecilia’s indifferent tone, she felt an exceptional sadness. However, Pa understood that she was only reaping what she had sown.
“I’ve found the orphanage where you were adopted from. If you wish to search for your biological parents, you could go there-
Before Pa could finish her sentence, Cecilia interrupted her, saying, “What kind of benevolence are you pretending to disy now, and what gives you the right to do so?”
Cecilia clutched her phone tightly.
“Let me tell you something. Ever since I met a mother like you, I’ve given up any hope for a maternal figure. I’m begging you, please stop interfering with my life.”
With that, Cecilia hung up the phone.
After the call ended, a wave of emotions still stirred within Cecilia’s heart.
In truth, after learning that she wasn’t Pa’s biological child, she also began to wonder about her real parents. Who could my parents be, and what kind of people they might be?
Yet, Pa stated that she had been left behind in an orphanage, implying that her biological parents didn’t really care for her either.