<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Chapter 1097 Cooking The Books</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Several days had passed, and Queenie’s fondness for Cassina had grown significantly. However, she had also be somewhat moreposed.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">From observing Cassina’s eating habits and her general conduct, it became apparent that this child didn’t particrly resemble her.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The secretary advised Queenie, “When we first visited the orphanage, the director mentioned that there was only a fifty percent chance that the child was yours. I believe it would be best to conduct a DNA test.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Queenie sat in her chair, her eyes filled with sorrow.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“It was no easy task to find Cassie, and it was only after much effort that we got to spend a few precious days together. If Cassie isn’t my daughter, then where on earth am I going to find my daughter?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She was torn. On one hand, she yearned for her biological daughter, but on the other, she was too afraid to take a DNA test, fearful of disappointment.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cassandra was aware of Queenie’s concerns. On the surface, she remained calm andposed, but behind the scenes, she was busy winning over the people around Queenie. She had some of the housekeepers subtly suggest that Cassina was nothing like Queenie.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Lately, Cassina had been living in fear, frequently making phone calls to her birth mother.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cassandra had perfectly seized this opportunity, intercepting Cassina’s call content. She returned to her office to savor it at her leisure.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Mom, I’m scared of being exposed. I’m not her daughter.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Don’t be scared. We’re both doing this for Dn. Just bear with it a little.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The corners of Cassandra’s mouth lifted greatly.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">But in the next moment, her smile froze.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Ms. Smith is a kind–hearted woman. She knows you’re impersonating her for Dn’s sake, and she will definitely not me you,” Bailey said. “Once Dn’s illness is cured, we’ll tell her.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Ms. Smith?</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">An image of Cecilia’s face surfaced in Cassandra’s mind</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Some time ago, she learned that Pa was not Cecilia’s biological mother.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">So then who exactly is Cecilia’s biological mother?</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cassandra listened to Bailey’s words, finding it hard to believe that such coincidences could actually ur in the world.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">If Cecilia is truly Queenie’s biological daughter, then where does that leave me?</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">This afternoon, during a meeting at the office, Cassandra felt as if she was floating. Every now and then, she found herself stealing nces at Cecilia, particrly at her eyes, which bore a striking resemnce to</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She recalled asking Queenie a question when she was a child. “Mommy, what does my little sister look like?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Queenie responded, “Your little sister looks a lot like you, especially the eyes.”</font></font>N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive ? material.
Cassandra could also recall Ralph’s words. “Do you know why your mother chose you first at the orphanage? It’s because your eyes and face resembled the daughter she lost shortly after birth. You’re lucky because of that.”
Indeed, there were some simrities between Cecilia and Cassandra.
When she initially found out that she was Pa’s daughter and that they were sisters, Cassandra wasn’t too surprised. After all, the resemnce was uncanny.
But now, it seemed as though it had morphed into a sharp de.
“Cassandra! Cassandra!” Nichs called out.
It took a while for Cassandra to react. “Huh? What’s wrong?”
“Did you catch everything that Cecilia just reported?” Nichs asked. “Any questions?”
Cassandra’s mind was in a whirl. She was hardly in the state to listen to Cecilia’s work report. She responded vaguely, “I did. I have no questions.”
Miranda, who was on the side, waspletely stunned.
How can there be no questions?
Miranda was unsure of what was going on with Cassandra, who seemed absent–minded, and thus had to take matters into her own hands.
“Mr. Rainsworth, I found some discrepancies in the ounts of Team Five. It seems like they might be cooking the books.”