<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Chapter 1030 Kill Her</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Immediately, Cassandray down, her face bare of any makeup, making herself look pitifully delicate.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Cassandra, how are you doing?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Queenie quickly stepped inside, voicing her concerns with a question.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cassandra weakly responded, “I’m feeling much better now. The pain isn’t as intense. I really thought I was going to die earlier.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She looked at her mother with pitiful eyes. “If I were to die, Mom, what would you do all by yourself?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She then embraced Queenie.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Queenie patted her shoulder. “Don’t worry. How could you, my precious daughter, possibly die?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cassandra–sniffled. “Mom, I’ve been thinking. It would be nice if my younger sister could be here with you. Even if I were gone, she would still be here.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Originally, Queenie was worried that Cassandra would be unwilling to have her search for her biological daughter. However, hearing her bring it up now, she didn’t want to keep it from her any longer.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Cassandra, I never gave up on finding your sister. Fate as watching over us, and it’s very likely that I might find her soon.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cassandra’s heart wentpletely chilled. What am I supposed to do if Queenie finds her biological daughter?</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cassandra exhibited greatposure, feigning a look of pleasant surprise on her face. “Really? Where is, she now? I’d love to see her.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Queenie felt a bit down. “We haven’t found her yet. We only have some leads.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“I see… Mom, you’ll definitely find her,” Cassandraforted her.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Queenie nodded. “Let’s hope so.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cassandra then asked her how she managed to find the leads.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Queenie was all–powerful in the business world, yet when it came to Cassandra, she didn’t employ the same cunning strategies.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She recounted to Cassandra the matters the director had told her the day before.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">I see… Does that mean there’s a fifty percent chance she’s not your daughter?” Cassandra asked.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Queenie nodded. “Yes, but even if the odds are only filty–fifty, I don’t want to give up.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">On the surface, Cassandra didn’t say anything more. However, she silently resolved in her heart that she had to find that woman first. If that woman turned out not to be Queenie’s daughter, it would be a relief. If that woman turns out to be Queenie’s daughter, I’ll have to kill her!</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Meanwhile, Pa’s health had been deteriorating, her consciousness fluctuating between lucidity and confusion.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">When she was in her right mind, she made a will. After winning thewsuit, she gave all the joint property that Ralph had given them as a couple to Cecilia.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“This is all that I can do for her…” Pa said.</font></font>
The caregiver sat nearby and said, “It’s a pity that Ms. Smith is unwilling to search for her birth parents. I’ve heard from the director of the orphanage that over the years, there have been quite a few people looking for their biological daughters. It’s possible that they didn’t abandon their child on purpose.”
After hearing that, Pa also let out a sigh. “It’s all my fault.”
Had she not been so cruel to Cecilia since childhood, Cecilia wouldn’t have be disillusioned with family bonds.
After Pa finished speaking, she was seized by a violent coughing fit that she simply couldn’t suppress.
She was seized by abdominal cramps, and the caregiver noticed a patch of red staining the previously pristine white nket.
“Gosh! I’ll call the doctor,” the caregiver said, immediately getting up to fetch the doctor.
Pa grasped her hand. “Don’t go.”This content is ? N?velDrama.Org.
Bearing the pain, she took a deep breath and said, “I feel that I only have a few days left. Don’t waste your efforts looking for a doctor…”
Upon hearing this, the caregiver looked at her, eyes filled withpassion.
“Hm… What am I supposed to do? Maybe I should call Ms. Smith and ask her toe over to see you onest time.”
Pa, deep down, also yearned to see Cecilia. However, she felt undeserving and continued to shake her head. “No.”
She was in too much pain at that moment, too weak to say much. Slowly, she closed her eyes, hoping that sleep would bring somefort.
Outside, the wild wind roared in gusts.
As soon as the caretaker left, a startling p of thunder resounded, jolting Pa awake. Her forehead and entire body were covered in a fine sheen of sweat.