When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 1763 Cassandra And Her Idea

Cassandra requested a visit to see her daughter. With the last of her remaining funds, she hired a lawyer. Given Dahlia's critical condition, the prison granted her a day to visit.

At the hospital, she stood by the sickbed, gazing down at the frail, pale-faced child. But there was no trace of maternal love in her eyes-only seething resentment.

"This is all your fault!" She placed a hand around the child's delicate neck.

Dahlia, too young and too weak, didn't cry or struggle.

Every time Cassandra thought about how Nicholas had used Dahlia as a tool for revenge, a dark hatred consumed her. If only this child had never existed.noveldrama

The lawyer, Jonas, approached. "Ms. Evans."

Cassandra quickly withdrew her hand, masking her emotions with an expression of helplessness. "Mr. Jonas, look," she said, her voice pitiful. "My child is still so young, and there's no one else to care for her. You have to help me I can't stay behind bars."

Jonas was unaware of Cassandra's true nature. Seeing the frail child, he couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy.

"Ms. Evans, rest assured, your case will be handled with discretion." His words implied that her sentence might be reduced.

A flicker of triumph flashed in Cassandra's eyes-she hadn't expected this sickly child to be useful to her.

That day, she played the role of a devoted mother, tenderly caring for Dahlia. She even had Jonas take photos and videos, hoping to garner sympathy and sway public opinion in her favor.

Meanwhile, Queenie received word of the situation.

She frowned. "Cassandra doesn't even love that child. Will she truly care for her now?"

Caliste shook her head. "Not a chance. She's just trying to manipulate people's emotions."

Queenie sighed. "That poor child."

Hearing this, Cecilia couldn't help but ask, "Isn't Dahlia their biological daughter? Do they not care about their own child?"

"Didn't you know, Ceci? Dahlia isn't actually Nicholas's child. Cassandra had her by accident." She gave Cecilia a brief rundown of the situation.

Of course, aside from Cassandra and Nicholas, no one else knew that Cassandra's pregnancy had been orchestrated by Nicholas himself.

Cecilia was stunned. "Then why did Nicholas marry her?"

"Probably to secure a marriage alliance with the Jamieson family," Queenie speculated.

That was the official reason, at least. The true motive, however, was something Queenie could never have predicted-nor could she have fathomed the depths of darkness some people were capable of.

Cecilia didn't dwell on it any further.

"Who's taking care of Dahlia now?" she asked.

With both Cassandra and Ralph out of the picture, someone had to be responsible for the child. In the past, Queenie might have stepped in, but she no longer had the desire to play the saint.

"I'm not sure, but it should be her so-called father, Nicholas," Queenie replied.

She took Cecilia's hand gently. "Cecilia, I was blind before. I always misjudged people. Now, I don't want to waste my kindness on those who don't deserve it. I just want us to be okay."

Queenie didn't have much time left. In what remained of her life, all she wanted was to be with the family she had left.

Cecilia nodded firmly. "All right."

As they continued talking, time slipped away unnoticed. Soon, it was time for Cecilia to head to the office.

"Mom, I'm off to work now. If there's anything you need, just give me a call," she said.

"All right."

Cecilia left the hospital and made her way to the company.

Inside, Scorpius paced back and forth, his expression tense, as if ke had finally reached a decision. The moment he heard of Cecilia's arrival, he took a deep breath, steadied himself, and walked toward her.

"Ms. Cecilia," he called out.

Cecilia glanced at him, noticing the unusual seriousness in his demeanor. "Mr. Jimenez, what's wrong?"

"I'm here to resign," he stated firmly.