When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 1428 You Let Me Down

"You've truly let me down," Queenie said, her voice heavy with disappointment. Rising from her seat, she moved toward the door.

Cassandra, her heart racing, quickly stood and rushed to catch up, calling out, "Mom, don't you remember what happened with Cassina? I was just trying to avoid making the same mistakes!"

Mentioning Cassina only fueled Queenie's anger. She spun around, her voice sharp. "Do you think I didn't ask Cassina about the truth?"

Cassandra was stunned. She hadn't expected Queenie to have done so much digging behind the scenes.

"I've already told you everything about Cassina. Seeing how difficult it was for you to find your real daughter, I was worried the truth would shatter you," she explained.

Queenie's lips curled into a bitter sneer. "Worried? But according to Cassina, wasn't it really because you discovered that Cecilia is my daughter? And to stop me from finding her, you had Cassina keep pretending to be mine?"

Cassandra opened her mouth to protest, but Queenie silenced her with a cold, cutting glance. "Stop lying. If you continue to show no remorse, I will no longer acknowledge you as my child."

Her words sent a chill down Cassandra's spine. She stood frozen, watching as Queenie turned and walked away, her fists clenching in frustration. "I knew it," Cassandra muttered under her breath, her voice trembling with bitterness. "Once you found your real daughter, you forgot about the one you raised. If you don't want me, you won't have anyone left. Cecilia's already gone."

Queenie stepped outside, Caliste following close behind. Noticing the desolation in Queenie's posture, she gently spoke, "I'm sure Ms. Cecilia is all right."

Queenie gave a slow, almost imperceptible nod. "I feel like I've truly failed as a mother," she admitted, her voice heavy with regret. "My own daughter was right in front of me, yet I couldn't even recognize her. My adopted daughter is arrogant and unreasonable, yet I favored her, and because of that, I almost caused the death of my biological daughter. Cecilia must hate me now."

She had Caliste do some digging and uncovered that Cecilia had prematurely given birth right after being humiliated during her last visit.

Queenie's heart ached horribly.

"It's bad enough that I failed to raise

her properly, but how could I..." Queenie's voice faltered as a mist of tears filled her eyes, though she fought to hold them back, unwilling totet herself cry.

Caliste stood quietly, unsure of how to offer comfort.

"I'm sure once we find Ms. Cecilia, she will definitely forgive you. You had no idea," she said.

Queenie turned to Caliste, her voice firm but faced with regret. "I need you to investigate every detail of Cecilia's life, from her childhood up until now," she requested.

She had missed out on so much of her daughter's life, and now, this was the only way she could understand it.

"All right."

In the evening, Caliste returned with all the information about Cecilia's past. She handed the files to Queenie, who began flipping through them, absorbing every detail.

Queenie carefully examined a

collection of photos, tracing Cecilia's

journey from childhood to

adulthood, each page revealing a different chapter of her life. As she read, Caliste spoke softly. "Because of Ms. Cecilia's hearing impairment, she was never favored by Paula Before she turned ten, she was raised by a nanny in the countryside. After that, she was brought back to Tudela, but Paula continued to treat her poorly, frequently scolding and hitting her. In an attempt to gain her approval, Cecilia even learned to dance. Despite her hearing impairment, she went on to win numerous competitions. Yet Paula remained indifferent, often making sarcastic comments and showing no kindness."

Listening to Caliste's account, Queenie felt as though her heart was being ripped apart.novelbin

"My precious, long-lost daughter... She's been treated like she's worth less than nothing."

That night, Queenie tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Eventually, she drifted into a light slumber, but her dreams were filled with images of Cecilia's painful childhood.

In her dream, Queenie saw a young Cecilia. "Ceci, Mommy's here," Queenie called out, desperate to reach her. She lunged forward, but her arms grasped only emptiness. When she woke up, tears streamed down her face.