<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Chapter 1233 Passed Down From His Mother</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cecilia was already familiar with Adrian’s situation. Nathaniel had taken care of him, so she wasn’t too curious about the details.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">However, her mind wandered back to the previous night when someone had tried to crash into their car. She wanted to know who was behind it.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Reflecting on it, Cecilia figured Nathaniel had probably already investigated the matter.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">And, sure enough, Nathaniel had made a visit to the hospital that morning. Though it was framed as a visit to check on Adrian, the real reason was to send a clear warning to Adrian’s family–no more tricks.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Miranda had been so frightened that her legs almost gave out beneath her.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Deep down, Robert was nervous too, but he refused to admit that he had any part in trying to harm Nathaniel. Instead, he tried to appease him, saying, “Nathaniel, we’re family. Why would I want to hurt you?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Miranda chimed in nervously, “Of course, Nathaniel, both Adrian and I wish you a speedy recovery. We’re ali family here.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Nathaniel stared at the two, irritated by their cowardice “Don’t let it happen again,” he warned, his tone cold as he walked our of the hospital room.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The air inside the room felt suffocating. Adrian clutched his father’s hand, his voice trembling. “Dad, I’m really scared.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Don’t worry, son. I’m here. He won’t do anything to you,” Robert replied, though a trace of doubt lingered in his voice. He didn’t fully understand the extent of Nathaniel’s influence.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Miranda, watching the weak disy of her husband and son, felt a sense of disappointment creeping into, her heart.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She needed some air. As soon as she stepped out of the hospital room, her phone buzzed with a message from Cassandra.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cassandra: Are you at the office?</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Miranda: No, I’m at the hospital with Adrian. Is something wrong?</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cassandra: It’s nothing, just checking in.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Miranda: You haven’t been in the office muchtely. Is the pregnancy getting tough? I don’t mean to pry, but you should be careful. Our Adrian was hurt by that horrible Cecilia.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cassandra, knowing exactly what Miranda was doing, replied calmly: Don’t worry, Nichs is different from Adrian. I trust his character.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">After sending the message, Cassandra cut off the conversation. She had no interest in feeding into Miranda’s games.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">But Miranda, seeing Cassandra’s dismissive response, sneered. She continued typing, not ready to let it go: Many honest people make mistakes. After all, Cecilia was Nichs‘ first love. A man’s first love is something that never</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The words hit Cassandra like a cold wave, sending a chill through her.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">At that moment, she was standing in a hospital out of town, waiting while Dn was being treated. That day was set aside for Dn’s health checks, and Cassandra had no choice but to apany him.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Queenie was there too, pacing anxiously outside the treatment room.</font></font>
“Mom, please sit down. Dn’s going to be fine, Cassandra urged, watching Queenie’s nervous pacing.
“I’m fine,” Queenie replied, waving off her daughter’s concern. “I just hate seeing Dn go through this. He’s so young.
“Yeah, who knows where he got it from,” Cassandra sighed,
No one in Queenie’s family had diabetes. Queenie had done her own digging, and she knew that her former lover had no medical history that suggested anything like this.
Could it be that Dn inherited this from his father’s side?
As her thoughts wandered, the door to the treatment room finally opened, and the doctor stepped out.
“It’s Type 2 diabetes,” the doctor exined, “We’ve determined that it’s most likely inherited from the mother, as there’s a history of high blood sugar in the direct rtives.”
Cassina emerged from the room with weary eyes and a heavy heart. “This is all my fault,” she said quietly. “The doctor warned me when I was pregnant with Dn. But I insisted on having him, and now he has to suffer because of me.
At that moment, Queenie’s mind cleared, and she fixated on the doctor’s words. Dn’s condition had been passed down from his mother.Material ? of N?velDrama.Org.