<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Chapter 1235 Trying To Be Someone She Is Not</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Fearing she might upset Queenie, the assistant added, “But it’s understandable, considering that Ms. Cassina wasn’t raised by your side.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Queenie knew the assistant was trying to reassure her, but it didn’t quite case her doubts. She pressed. further. “Do you think Cassandra resembles me at all?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The assistant hesitated, remaining quiet for a moment. She knew how selfish and maniptive Cassandra was, relying on Queenie to clean up lier messes whenever she failed.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">They were nothing alike. Queenie had built her sess through resilience and determination, whereas Cassandra constantly leaned on others.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">After a long pause, the assistant finally said, “Ms. Cassandra is definitely beautiful, and she has a rebellious streak like you did in your younger days.” That was the onlyparison she could make.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Queenie, known for her sharp intuition, sighed. “It seems neither of my daughters take after me. But that’s normal, right? People say even siblings born of the same parents differ from each other.”</font></font>This text is ? N?velDrama/.Org.
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The assistant tentatively asked, “Would you like me to arrange for a DNA test?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Queenie hesitated before shaking her head. “No, let’s not. If Cassie found out I had doubts and was testing her, it would break her heart. She’s my daughter. That’s all that matters.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The assistant nodded, sensing it wasn’t her ce to argue further. Queenie dismissed her with a wave and made her way upstairs to the presidential suite.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Inside the suite, Cassina was anxiously trying to reach her biological mother, her phone pressed to her ear as she nibbled on some food.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Why haven’t she picked up? What if something’s wrong?” she muttered to herself, unaware that Queenie, had already entered the room.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“What’s the matter?” Queenie asked, concerned.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Startled, Cassina quickly responded, “Mom, I’ve been trying to reach my adoptive mother, but I can’t get through. I’m worried something’s happened.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Despite her attachment to her newfound wealth, Cassina’s heart still ached for her biological mother</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Queenie, surprised by Cassina’s concern, immediately offered, “I’ll have someone check on her for you. Don’t worry.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Relieved, Cassina nodded. “Thank you.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Queenie smiled softly. “We’re family. There’s no need to thank me. Now, eat something. You’ll feel better.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Okay,” Cassina replied, sitting down again and continuing to eat. She looked up at Queenie, her voice filled with emotion. “Mom, before I met you, I never tasted food like this. I feel so lucky now.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Queenie’s heart swelled with affection. “From now on, you’ll never go without. When I retire, Tll cook for you myself.”</font></font>