When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 1950

Chapter 1950 Crying To Get Her Way
Cecilia knew exactly what kind of person Heather was. If she got a taste of success that day, there was no telling how many more times she'd show up at their door.

Elena understood this too, but she found herself in a tough spot and lowered her voice. “But what are we supposed to do? It doesn't feel right to throw them out!”

“Then let's call the police,” Cecilia suggested.

Elena stared at her in disbelief.

Heather, standing nearby, looked stunned. “You insolent girl, what did you just say? I'm your grandmother!”

“I don't share any blood with Paula, and you're not my grandmother. You've never shown me a shred of affection,” Cecilia replied coldly.

Heather's face contorted as she pointed at Cecilia, too shaken to speak.

But Cecilia didn't spare her a moment's pity. “When I came earlier, I recorded everything. Fifty million. You're trying to extort fifty million. Do you know that's jail time?” Cecilia held up her phone.

Heather never imagined Cecilia would actually record her. “Ungrateful girl! After everything my daughter's done for you, now you're siding with outsiders?”

“This is my mother-in-law. You're the outsider. If Paula hadn't taken me in, I would've reported you already. You sure you want to keep making a scene?” Cecilia said, her tone calm and steady.

Heather faltered. She stood there, fists clenched, unsure of what to do next, until the only thing she could do was burst into tears.

“Why is my life so miserable?” she wailed. “My daughter died so young, and now my own granddaughter wants to send me to jail!”

Her sobs drew surprised glances from several of the housekeepers.

Elena felt uneasy and tugged at Cecilia's hand. “Let it go. It's just fifty million. Think of it as helping out a beggar.”

Cecilia frowned. “Mom, we can't give in like this.”

What's the big deal about fifty million? Sure, for the Rainsworth family, it isn't a huge amount. But for a regular household, that kind of money is a lifetime's worth of earnings. Why should this woman always get her way by crying? Are we supposed to fork over fifty million every time she throws a tantrum?