I Was His Wife, Then His Widow, Then No One's But My Own novel Chapter 330

Cassie shook her head frantically, tears streaming down her face. "I won't allow it! I love you, Sera. I want you to be part of our family!"

A fierce, stubborn resolve hardened in the little girl's chest. "Don't worry, Sera. I'll protect you!"

Cassie slammed the phone down and sprinted out of her room. Tearing down the stairs, she spotted the housekeeper, Martha, dusting the living room.

She threw herself at the older woman. "I want Uncle Frederick! I want Uncle Frederick!"

Martha blinked in surprise. "Miss Cassie, Mr. Fletcher should be at the office right now. If you miss him, we can give him a call."

Cassie wailed, stomping her feet. "Tell him to come back! Call Uncle Frederick right now!"

Left with no other option, Martha quickly dialed Finnegan's number.

"Sir, Cassie is crying hysterically for you. She says she isn't feeling well, and it looks quite serious. Could you come home to check on her?"

Finnegan's blood ran cold. He immediately halted the executive meeting. "I'm on my way."

When Finnegan burst through the front door, he found Cassie sitting comfortably on the sofa, happily watching cartoons.

He hurried over, checking her forehead. "I thought you were sick?"

Cassie turned, threw her arms around his neck, and whispered, "Dad, carry me upstairs. I have something important to tell you."

Assuming it was a serious emergency, Finnegan scooped her up and carried her to her bedroom.

Cassie shook her head aggressively. "No. I don't."

If her mom lived here, she would just nag her all the time. Cassie hated the nagging. She only wanted her mom around when she was actually useful—like for the upcoming Willow Academy Arts & Crafts Competition.

She needed her mom to do the tedious craft work so she could win. Looking at Finnegan, she crossed her arms. "Dad, I seriously don't want you to get back together. Can you just call Mom and tell her to come do my crafts? I want to win the championship. And when I win the prize, I'm going to give it to Sera!"

Finnegan rubbed his temples, a deep crease forming between his brows. He had been absent for the first five years of her life, and he honestly couldn't understand why his daughter was so intensely hostile toward her own mother.

But hearing Cassie's absolute refusal gave him pause. Perhaps rushing to reclaim his identity and remarrying Nora needed to be put on the back burner.

Besides, Nora was dead set against remarrying anyway. It wasn't like he had anything to worry about.