When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 688

Chapter 688 You Know What To Do
Cecilia vividly recalled her childhood, the day she had tumbled down a hill while picking flowers for Paula. Instead of rushing to help, Paula had stood with her arms crossed, watching. “Cecilia, you need to pick yourself up. Learn to be independent.”

It was at that moment Cecilia realized she and her mother had different thoughts about the definition of independence.

As she and Vivian walked away, Paula's enraged voice trailed behind them. “How dare you! Go to hell!”

Vivian, an outsider to the family, felt a shiver run through her. How could a mother ever curse her own daughter to die?

As they stepped outside, bracing against the cold wind, Cecilia paused for a long moment, lost in thought. After what felt like an eternity, she quietly flagged down a passing staff member. “Someone's fallen inside.”

Whether or not Paula had been helped up, Cecilia didn't linger to check. She simply didn't want to carry the weight of guilt.

Vivian, knowing her friend's gentle nature, looped her arm through Cecilia's and said softly, “You're too kind.”

Previously, Vivian could never understand why some children were unfilial to their parents, but seeing Paula's behavior, she now felt that Cecilia shouldn't feel guilty for not helping her.

As Cecilia gazed into the pitch-black night, a hint of melancholy clouded her eyes. “Vivian, Paula always criticized me for being too weak. Now it seems she was right. I just can't bring myself to be as heartless as she was.”

Vivian tightened her grip on Cecilia's arm. “Cheer up, Ceci. She's gotten a taste of her own medicine, hasn't she?”

“Yeah.” Cecilia nodded. “Anyway, I'm fine. I've gotten used to it.”

Vivian ushered Cecilia into the car, noting how cold it was outside.

Once they were inside, Vivian cautiously asked, “Ceci, can I ask you a question?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“What if Paula isn't your mother?” Vivian knew the question might sound ridiculous, but she believed no mother would intentionally deprive her child of love and care.

It was evident that Paula treated Cassandra differently.

“Ms. Evans, your mother is inside,” the staff member said, noticing she was still lingering outside the room.

Cassandra immediately clarified, “She's not my biological mother; she's my stepmother.”

The staff member was puzzled, unsure why Cassandra felt the need to make this distinction.

Cassandra then called for a caregiver. When the caregiver arrived, she instructed them to help Paula into the car and take her back to the hospital.

Despite arriving at the hospital some time ago, Paula took a while to regain her composure.

Meanwhile, Cassandra was busy calling her manager. “You know what to do next, right?”

“Don't worry, I've already arranged for the trending search,” her manager assured her.

After hanging up, Cassandra turned her attention back to Paula, focusing on the matter of where her personal assets were stored.