When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 1097 Cooking The Books

Several days had passed, and Queenie’s fondness for Cassina had grown significantly. However, she had also become somewhat more composed.

From observing Cassina’s eating habits and her general conduct, it became apparent that this child didn’t particularly resemble her.

The secretary advised Queenie, “When we first visited the orphanage, the director mentioned that there was only a fifty percent chance that the child was yours. I believe it would be best to conduct a DNA test.”

Queenie sat in her chair, her eyes filled with sorrow.

“It was no easy task to find Cassie, and it was only after much effort that we got to spend a few precious days together. If Cassie isn’t my daughter, then where on earth am I going to find my daughter?”

She was torn. On one hand, she yearned for her biological daughter, but on the other, she was too afraid to take a DNA test, fearful of disappointment.

Cassandra was aware of Queenie’s concerns. On the surface, she remained calm and composed, but behind the scenes, she was busy winning over the people around Queenie. She had some of the housekeepers subtly suggest that Cassina was nothing like Queenie.

Lately, Cassina had been living in fear, frequently making phone calls to her birth mother.

Cassandra had perfectly seized this opportunity, intercepting Cassina’s call content. She returned to her office to savor it at her leisure.

“Mom, I’m scared of being exposed. I’m not her daughter.”

“Don’t be scared. We’re both doing this for Dylan. Just bear with it a little.”

The corners of Cassandra’s mouth lifted greatly.

But in the next moment, her smile froze.

“Ms. Smith is a kind–hearted woman. She knows you’re impersonating her for Dylan’s sake, and she will definitely not blame you,” Bailey said. “Once Dylan’s illness is cured, we’ll tell her.”

Ms. Smith?

An image of Cecilia’s face surfaced in Cassandra’s mindContent is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Some time ago, she learned that Paula was not Cecilia’s biological mother.

So then who exactly is Cecilia’s biological mother?

Cassandra listened to Bailey’s words, finding it hard to believe that such coincidences could actually occur in the world.

If Cecilia is truly Queenie’s biological daughter, then where does that leave me?

This afternoon, during a meeting at the office, Cassandra felt as if she was floating. Every now and then, she found herself stealing glances at Cecilia, particularly at her eyes, which bore a striking resemblance to

She recalled asking Queenie a question when she was a child. “Mommy, what does my little sister look like?”

Queenie responded, “Your little sister looks a lot like you, especially the eyes.”

Cassandra could also recall Ralph’s words. “Do you know why your mother chose you first at the orphanage? It’s because your eyes and face resembled the daughter she lost shortly after birth. You’re lucky because of that.”

Indeed, there were some similarities between Cecilia and Cassandra.

When she initially found out that she was Paula’s daughter and that they were sisters, Cassandra wasn’t too surprised. After all, the resemblance was uncanny.

But now, it seemed as though it had morphed into a sharp blade.

“Cassandra! Cassandra!” Nicholas called out.

It took a while for Cassandra to react. “Huh? What’s wrong?”

“Did you catch everything that Cecilia just reported?” Nicholas asked. “Any questions?”

Cassandra’s mind was in a whirl. She was hardly in the state to listen to Cecilia’s work report. She responded vaguely, “I did. I have no questions.”

Miranda, who was on the side, was completely stunned.

How can there be no questions?

Miranda was unsure of what was going on with Cassandra, who seemed absent–minded, and thus had to take matters into her own hands.

“Mr. Rainsworth, I found some discrepancies in the accounts of Team Five. It seems like they might be cooking the books.”