When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 1721

Chapter 1721 A Traitor
Queenie curled a finger, beckoning her closer. “Come here.”

Cassandra rushed over without hesitation, much like an overeager puppy. “Mdm. Queenie, what is it?”

Queenie's voice was weak. “A little closer.”

Cassandra leaned in.

In the next instant, with a speed and force no one expected, Queenie's hand shot up, delivering a fierce slap across Cassandra's face.

Cassandra stood frozen, staring at Queenie in utter disbelief. “Why... why did you hit me?” she stammered, momentarily caught off guard.

Queenie had only slapped her once, but the effort had drained her. Her breaths came shallow and uneven. After a long pause, she finally mustered the strength to speak. “Don't even think about altering the will... or using the old one. I've already taken precautions. Mr. Herrera has handled everything.”

It was only then that realization dawned on Cassandra—her schemes had been exposed.

Yet, guilt never crossed her mind. Instead, she hissed, “That traitor. How could he tattle?”

I will never let her off the hook!

“What was he supposed to do—just let you have your way?” Queenie shot back.

Cassandra's throat tightened. “Mom... no, Mdm. Queenie,” she corrected herself bitterly. “Are you really not planning to give me anything? Is there nothing left of our mother-daughter bond? I've been by your side for decades! And Cecilia? She just waltzes back in and takes my place—is that fair?”

Once, Queenie had believed that even after finding her biological daughter, she shouldn't cast aside the one she had raised.

But now, she saw the truth with brutal clarity—she had been utterly wrong. There was no need to show kindness to an ingrate like Cassandra, someone who would never be satisfied no matter how much she was given.

“Get lost!” Queenie spat.

Cassandra clutched her stinging cheek, her lips parting as if to argue—but before she could say another word, the bodyguard had already stepped forward, ready to escort her out.

She had no choice but to leave.

As soon as the door shut behind her, Caliste hurried in. “Mdm. Queenie, are you all right?”

Queenie shook her head weakly. “I'm fine.”

“This is the least I can do,” Scorpius replied. A faint, bitter smile tugged at his lips. “If you ever need help in the future, you must let me know. I may be getting on in years, but I still have a few connections.”

He hesitated briefly before adding, “And don't misunderstand—I'm not doing this in hopes of earning your forgiveness. I'm simply fulfilling my responsibilities.”

Cecilia nodded. “I understand.”

Only then did Scorpius take his leave.

Moments after he departed, Cecilia's phone rang. It was Caliste, asking her to come to the hospital and visit Queenie.

For reasons she couldn't quite explain, an uneasy feeling gripped her. Without hesitation, she set aside her work and hurried to the hospital.

Outside the hospital, a light rain drizzled down, casting a somber mood over the city.

Cecilia arrived swiftly, pushing open the door to Queenie's hospital room. The sight that greeted her made her heart sink—Queenie looked even more frail than before. Her complexion was ghostly pale as if she were barely clinging to life.

Cecilia could hardly believe her eyes. How is it possible that, in just a few days, Mdm. Queenie looks as though she has aged years?