<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Chapter 1234 Do Not Resemble Each Other</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Queenie was left perplexed. If Dn had inherited his diabetes from Cassina, then did Cassina also inherit it from her own family?</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">But there was no history of diabetes in Queenie’s lineage, nor in that of her former lover. She felt unsettled but didn’t let it show. Instead, she tried tofort Cassina.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Don’t me yourself, Cassie,” Queenie said softly. “Every mother just wants her child to be healthy.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cassina nodded in agreement. “Yeah.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Queenie looked at Cassina, her eyes filled with mixed emotions. A surge of guilt swept over her.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">How could I ever doubt my own daughter? I’ve spent so many years searching for her. There’s no room for doubts anymore: Cassina has to be my long–lost child. I can’t lose her again.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Turning to the doctor, Queenie’s voice was heavy with emotion. “Doctor, do whatever it takes. Spare no expense. My grandson has to be cured. If you manage that, your hospital will be the talk of the town.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The doctor nodded earnestly. “We’ll do everything we can to ensure his recovery, Mdm. Queenie.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Queenie gave a small nod.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cassandra, who had been waiting impatiently nearby, couldn’t help but let her mind wander.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She hade all this way with Dn for treatment, but her thoughts kept drifting back to Nichs. Was he managing thepany well in her absence? And was Cecilia using this time to get closer to him?</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Mom, you and Cassina should get some rest,” Cassandra suggested. “The doctor said Dn’s in good hands now.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Queenie, trying to prioritize her daughters‘ well–being, nodded. “Yes, we should take a break and let him rest. Come on, Cassie, let’s grab something to cat and rest for a bit.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“All right,” Cassina agreed, following her.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">As they left, Cassandra trailed behind, observing the two of them. Queenie and Cassina walked side by side, looking every bit like a mother and daughter.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Jealousy gnawed at Cassandra. She felt a bitter resentment rising within her.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">If only I could reveal Cassina’s deception… but that wouldn’t work. If Queenie ever found out the truth, she’d continue searching for her real daughter, and what if she discovered that daughter was Cecilia? She’ll shower Cecilia with the love she’s showing Cassina now.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The thought–sent a chill down Cassandra’s spine. Steeling herself, she forced a smile and walked up to them.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Queenie turned, noticing Cassandra’s distant look. “Cassandra, you’re pregnant. Why don’t you head back home and rest?” Queenie suggested gently.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“No, I’m fine, really. I can stay and help, Cassandra reped, though her heart was already elsewhere started, and Cassina and I can manage. You should focus on yourself and Nichs. Take this time to build your rtionship.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">With a forced smile, Cassandra agreed. “All right, I’ll head back for now. But please keep me updated.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Okay.” Queenie nodded.</font></font>
Cassandra quickly left. She couldn’t wait to get back.This text is ? N?velDrama/.Org.
Once she was gone, Queenie turned to Cassina. A question that had been on her mind surfaced, “Cassie, does your husband’s family have a history of diabetes?”
Cassina, not thinking much of it, shook her head. “I don’t think so. I’ve never heard of it.”
Queenie’s worries deepened, but she didn’t press further.
When they reached the hotel, Queenie encouraged Cassina to rest while she herself took a walk.
Once Cassina left. Queenie called her assistant, needing to voice her concerns. “Do you think Cassina resembles me?”
Previously. Queenie had heard numerous people mention that Cassina bore no resemnce to her. She simply assumed it was due to her past cosmetic surgery and didn’t pay it any mind.
The assistant, who had worked with Queenie for many years, hesitated before answering honestly. To be honest, you and Ms. Cassina don’t look very much alike. Not in appearance, and even her demeanor is quite different from yours.”