When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 1722

Chapter 1722 Call Me Mom
“Mdm. Queenie,” Cecilia called softly as she stepped inside.

At the sound of her voice, a faint light flickered in Queenie's weary eyes. “Ceci,” she murmured, a rare warmth in her tone.

Despite her discomfort, she lifted a trembling hand and beckoned. “Come here, sit beside me.”

Cecilia hesitated for a moment before making her way over and settling into the chair beside the bed.

“You look...” She wanted to ask what had happened, but the words faltered on her tongue.

Queenie, however, chuckled lightly, waving off her concern. “It's nothing. The changing weather must be making me look worse than usual. The doctor assured me it's nothing serious.”

Cecilia gave a small nod. “Good to know.”

Queenie shifted her gaze toward Caliste. Understanding the unspoken cue, Caliste gave a small nod before excusing herself, gently closing the door behind her.

Now, only Queenie and Cecilia remained in the quiet ward. Silence settled between them. Neither spoke, both unsure of what to say.

Queenie wanted to tell her the truth—to reveal the weight of her illness—but each time the words reached the tip of her tongue, she hesitated, unable to bring herself to say them.

Instead, she asked softly, “Ceci, do you still hate me?”

Cecilia hesitated before she slowly shook her head. “I can't clearly remember everything from the past... but to be honest, I don't hate you.”

Queenie's chest tightened with emotion, and for a moment, she felt as though she might cry.

“Thank you,” she whispered. No matter how weak her body felt, she refused to appear too fragile in front of Cecilia.

“Could you… just once, call me 'Mom'?” Queenie asked, her voice almost pleading.

Cecilia stiffened, caught off guard.

She lowered her gaze and struggled to do so.

Queenie saw her hesitation and offered a gentle smile. “It's all right if you can't,” she reassured. “There's still time.”

Deep down, she wasn't sure how much time she truly had, but she didn't want to burden Cecilia with that weight.

Cecilia nodded. “Okay.”

A bitter smile tugged at her lips. What a shame—this kind of happiness came too late.

Her fingers curled into a fist, a tangle of emotions tightening in her chest.

Do I really have a mother who loves me? The thought was almost foreign to her.

She had endured too much, suffered too many betrayals. In the past, the smallest act of kindness had been enough to move her. But now, after everything, she wasn't sure she had it in her to believe in someone anymore.

A sleek luxury car pulled up soundlessly in front of Cecilia. The window rolled down, revealing Calvin's mesmerizing face.

“Get in,” he said.

Cecilia blinked, momentarily caught off guard. She hadn't expected to see him. Regaining her senses, she pulled open the door and slid into the passenger seat.

“Why are you here?” she asked.

Calvin didn't answer right away. Instead, he started the engine and drove ahead.