<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Chapter 1291 Find A Way To Get Rid Of Her</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">At the mention of her son’s medication, Cassina panicked, her resolve crumbling. She couldn’t afford to take any risks. “Cecilia wasn’t interested in my status. She told me she found my mother,” she admitted in a rush.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cassandra’s eyes widened in shock. “What?” she blurted out, before quickly regaining herposure, feigning ignorance. “I thought your mother was at home? What do you mean she found her? Where is she?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cassina’s eyes welled up with tears. “My mom went missing recently. I’ve been looking for her but couldn’t find her. Cecilia contacted mest night. She said my mom was badly hurt.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cassandra put on a mask of sympathy. “Oh, what a tragedy for your mother. You must be devastated. Once my mom wakes up, you should talk to her. She could help arrange the funeral for your mother.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">In Cassandra’s mind, she was certain Cassina’s mother was already dead–her own doing. But the next words Cassina spoke sent a chill down her spine.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“My mom’s just in the hospital right now. She’s not dead,” Cassina said softly.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The color drained from Cassandra’s face, and her hand, resting at her side, clenched into a fist.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Those useless idiots. Didn’t they say they’d taken care of everything? How is this still not done?</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Oh, I misunderstood. My apologies,” she quickly replied, masking her shock.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cassina shook her head. “It’s all right. My mom was just lucky. Please, whatever you do, don’t tell Mdm. Queenie about this.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Why not?” Cassandra questioned.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“I suspect she’s behind this,” Cassina spected. “Hasn’t she pressured you to cut ties with your biological mother before?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">A wave of relief washed over Cassandra as she realized Cassina hadn’t yet pieced together the truth. She was still in the dark about who had truly caused this. In fact, Cassina despising Queenie could work in her favor. It’d keep them apart.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Now that you mention it, I’d almost forgotten,” Cassandra sighed. “Mom can be quite possessive. I never thought she’d go as far as to hurt your mother. How’s she doing now? Is she okay?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cassina’s face crumpled with sorrow. “She’s covered in wounds and hasn’t woken up yet. But the do says there’s a high chance she’ll recover.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cassina didn’t notice the way Cassandra’splexion hadpletely changed.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Really? That’s good,” Cassandra managed, though deep inside, fear began to brew.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">If Bailey woke up, would my secrets be exposed? There’d be no avoiding the trouble that would follow.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Just make sure you don’t let Queenie find out,” Cassandra said, feigning concern. “And tell me, which hospital is your mom in? I can arrange for someone to ensure she’s safe.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">guard her. You don’t have to worry.”</font></font>
Cassandra’s heart filled with anxiety. She wanted to ask more, but feared Cassina might start to suspect something, so she simply nodded. “That’s good. You should get some rest.”
“Okay.”
Cassina noticed that Cassandra seemed unusually kind today–much less harsh than usual. Feeling reassured, she returned to her room to rest.
As soon as she was gone, Cassandra made a call to her subordinates. “From now on, keep a close watch on Cassina. I want updates on every move she makes, especially when she leaves the house.”Content is ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.
“Understood.”
I refuse to believe I can’t find Bailey.
Two dayster, Cassandra’s subordinates tracked Cassina down to the hospital where Bailey was being treated. However, Sven’s men were guarding the room, making it nearly impossible for anyone to approach unnoticed.
Upon receiving the update, Cassandra gave a firm order. “No matter what, find a way to get rid of her.”