<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Chapter 1158 Speak III Of Cecilia</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cassandra calcted in her mind. With the substantial dowry from the Kennedy family and the additional support the would get from her father, Ralph, she was certain her wedding would be magnificent.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">After settling everything, Cassandra suggested taking Cassina and the others for a stroll around the Rainsworth Manor</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Go ahead. I still need to rest for a while.” Queenie said, allowing Cassandra to take Cassina out.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Queenie trusted Cassandra, as Cassina had grown very close to her, almost like real sisters. Cassina often spoke highly of Cassandra in front of Queenie</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Once they were outside, Cassandra’s true nature surfaced. “Cassina, have someone take the child to y elsewhere. I have some things to discuss with you.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Of course, of course, Cassina responded obsequiously.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She coaxed Dn to follow one of the maids, then focused entirely on Cassandra.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“You know I’m about to get married, but there’s still a thorn in my side–Cecilia. She’s been staying at the Rainsworth Manor these past few days, and so have I. You need to find ways to speak ill of her in front of Mom. Understand?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cassina hesitated. “Ms. Evans, wouldn’t that be inappropriate? I can’t just badmouth her for no reason. Besides, we all know that Cecilia is actually…”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Before she could finish, Cassandra pped her across the face.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Are you trying to get yourself killed?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cassina’s cheek burned with pain</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cassandra red at her. “Let me tell you something–Queenie is only soft–hearted toward the people closest to her. She’s Jenient with those she cares about, but when ites to betrayal or deception, she has only one response: death.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cassina turned pale. “I’m sorry. I misspoke.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Be more careful next time. Don’t say things that could anger others,” Cassandra warned fiercely. “If you don’t want to badmouth Cecilia for no reason, then make something up! Don’t make me teach you every little thing.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Understood,” Cassina replied, lowering her head to hide the resentment in her eyes.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She wished Cassandra would just die. If she were gone, Cassina wouldn’t have to worry about anyone discovering she wasn’t really Queenie’s daughter, and no one would be able to threaten her anymore,</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Meanwhile, Dn was ying with the maid, exploring the area and looking around curiously.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">It was the weekend.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Felix was also home. As he was taking a walk, he spotted the child.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Who’s this? Looks like a clueless country bumpkin,” he asked his nanny</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The nanny had heard about Dn. “Mr. Felix, I believe that’s your Uncle Nichs‘ mother–inw’s grandson. You better not mess with him.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Felix processed the information. Mother–inw!</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Why shouldn’t I mess with him? Is there anyone in Tud that I can’t deal with?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Felix, known for his rebellious nature, was always inclined to do exactly what he was told not to.</font></font>
Before the nanny could respond, Felix charged toward Dn like an unrestrained horse.
Dn was startled by the sudden appearance of this well–dressed boy. Felix was decked out in luxurious clothes, his fair skin instantly marking him as a child from a wealthy family.N?velD(ram)a.?rg owns this content.
Although Dn was now wearing the finest clothes, his overall look gave off more of a nouveau riche vibe.
“Who are you? Why are you in my house?” Felix demanded, making the first move.
Sensing it was just another child, Dn wasn’t as intimidated.
“My name is Dn. I came with my granny,” he answered obediently.
“Dn!” Felix sneered. “What a stupid name.”
“It’s not a stupid name! My grandpa gave it to me!” Dn instantly bristled, ring at Felix.
Felix had only ever been bullied by Jonathan and Elliot, so he had never been afraid of other kids.
Seeing Dn dare to re at him, Felix raised his hand and pushed Dn away.