<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Chapter 1079 Test Results</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Wow, Mommy, this ce is so spacious.” Before Cassina could react, her son had already broken free from her grasp, dashing into the room.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Mommy, this bed is so big and so soft!”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“What is this? It’s all shiny and sparkly.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Dn was ecstatic, examining the room and taking everything in.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Queenie was delighted to see her grandson so happy. “Just tell Grandma what you like. I’ll get you anything you want.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She looked at Caliste. “Jot down everything he likes.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Okay, I want a car, and an airne too…” Dn said cheerfully.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Although he didn’t understand why this stranger imed to be his grandmother, he was delighted to have a generous and wealthy new grandmother.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cassina gently tugged at her son, then turned to Queenie with a bashful smile. “You don’t have to buy anything or decorate the room. I think it’s perfect just the way it is now.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She had never stayed in such a luxurious ce before.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Understanding that her daughter was low–maintenance due to her modest upbringing, Queenie felt an even stronger urge to make up for it.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Cassie, there’s no need for formalities between us. After all, I’m your mother,” Queenie said. “Even if you wished for the stars in the sky, I would find a way to bring them to you.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Upon hearing these words, Cassina felt envious of Queenie’s biological daughter.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Could you possibly do me a favor?” Cassina asked as she pulled her son closer.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Just tell me,” Queenie immediately said.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Dn has suffered from diabetes since he was a child. Could you help me find a doctor to treat him?” Cassina knew her mother had lied for her son’s sake. As long as she acknowledged Queenie as her mother, there was hope for Dn’s recovery.</font></font>Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org.
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Queenie was taken aback to hear that. She hadn’t expected her young grandson to be afflicted with such a severe illness. She quickly instructed Caliste, “Arrange for a doctor right away.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Yes, Mdm. Queenie.” Caliste stepped out to make a call.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Finding a specialist doctor for Dn was a simple matter for the Jamieson family.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Cassie, don’t worry. I will ensure that Dn receives treatment from the best doctor,” Queenie reassured.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cassina nodded gratefully. “Thank you.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Queenie smiled. “You are my daughter; you never have to thank me. If anything, I should be the one Listening to Queenie’s words, Cassina felt increasingly guilty.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Queenie finally left after chatting a bit more with Cassina. Once outside, the saw Cassandra standing not too far away.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Mom, please don’t be angry with me,” Cassandra’s voice was choked with emotion “I just wanted to surprise you and Cassina, that’s all.”</font></font>
Queenie sighed. “Cassandra, I’ve told you before: even if we find Cassie, you will always be my daughter and the heiress of the Jamieson family. You don’t need to worry about her taking anything away from you” Cassandra hesitated to admit her concerns and continued to justify herself. Tm not worried! I would never oppose Cassie inheriting the Jamieson family’s assets. After all, she is your biologer’s daughter.
She sounded magnanimous, but Queenie didn’t believe a word of it. “I watched you grow up and know you like the back of my hand. Why won’t you just be honest and admit your feelings?”
Queenie believed it would have been better if Cassandra had openly confessed her fear of Cassina snatching the inheritance from her instead of resorting to lies.
Cassandra still failed to grasp what Queenie meant.
“Mom, regardless of what you think, I’ve never intended to harm Cassie,” she said.
Queenie felt it was useless to say anything further. She left after calling Caliste along
Cassandra remained frozen in ce, theughter and chatter emanating from Cassina’s room grating on her nerves.
At that moment, her assistant called her.
“What’s the matter?” She answered it.
“Ms. Evans, the test results are out.”