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When Her Death Couldn't Break Him novel Chapter 1287

Chapter 1287 An Unread Message
Sven told Cassina everything he knew.

Shock filled Cassina's eyes. “Someone was out to get her?”

She still found that somewhat hard to believe. After all, they had just been ordinary people in the past, without money or power. They had not offended anyone, so there was simply no reason for anyone to want to harm them.

But now...

“Was it Queenie?” she asked, clutching Cecilia's hand.

Now that I think about it, it's highly likely that Queenie would want to kill my mother. After all, how could a big shot like her ever allow her daughter to have two mothers?

The same thought had crossed Cecilia's mind, but she did not have any proof.

“We don't know. We have no proof that Queenie was the one who did it.”

Cassina wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes. “It must be her. I know she once manipulated Cassandra into severing ties with her biological mother just so Cassandra would only have her as a mother.”

Bailey had been the one who told her that piece of information.

At the time, I found it incredibly unbelievable. I remember thinking then that even if I were given a billion, I'd never disown my biological mother.

“No, I need to clarify it with her right now. I want to ask her if she's the one responsible!” she continued, about to make a phone call.

Cecilia stopped her. “Cassina, think carefully. If it truly was Queenie who did this, you calling her now would be the same as telling her that Mdm. Bailey is still alive. Given how malicious the Jamieson family is, do you think that she wouldn't try to make another attempt on Mdm. Bailey's life?”

Cassina froze, then asked, “What should we do then?”

“For now, let's wait for Mdm. Bailey to regain consciousness first,” Cecilia suggested. “Once she's awake, we might be able to figure out who tried to harm her.”

Cassina bobbed her head. “Okay.”

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