When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him Novel
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When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 1557 Go With The Flow

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Queenie had once undergone plastic surgery. She had almost forgotten what she used to look like in the past.

Cecilia felt somewhat bashful under her constant gaze. She quickly finished her meal with her head lowered.

"Is that all you're eating? Are you full?" Queenie asked with concern.

"I'm full, thank you," Cecilia replied.

Queenie felt quite upset seeing her being so polite to herself.

But she knew she had to take things slow. "Okay, get some rest.

I'll take

you

somewhere later."

Cecilia didn't agree; instead, she revealed the main reason for her visit.

"Could you just tell me how much money you gave to Magnus? I don't want to be in anyone's debt."

Queenie's eyes flickered. She felt as if something was lodged in her throat.

Anyone? I'm not just anyone; I'm her mother.

"Didn't I tell you before, Ceci? Think of this money as my way of showing gratitude. Without the Smith family, I wouldn't have been able to see you again, so there's no need to repay me." Queenie couldn't help but grasp Cecilia's hand. "Having you here with me today makes me so happy. It's worth more than any amount of money."

Hearing these words, Cassandra felt a surge of jealousy.

"Yeah, don't put Mom in a difficult position, Cecilia. If you repay the money, where does that

leave her?"

The two of them took turns speaking, leaving Cecilia unsure of what to do.

"Then I'd appreciate it if you could refrain from giving Magnus any more money in the future."

Cecilia felt that Magnus had used her to swindle money, and she couldn't deny her role in the situation.

"All right, all right."

Recognizing that Cecilia was finally understanding her, Queenie nodded repeatedly in agreement.

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These fruits were all air freighted. They were exceptionally fresh.

"Come, have some fruit. It's good for your health."

At that moment, Queenie wished she could give Cecilia everything she had.

Embarrassed to refuse, Cecilia had a few pieces.

After they finished eating their fruit, Queenie was eager to take Cecilia to a specific place. She was about to reach out and grab her hand, but Cecilia deftly avoided her grasp. Queenie's hand hung stiffly in mid-air. Despite the disappointment, she didn't dare utter a single word.

Let's go, it's just up ahead."

Following her lead, Cecilia arrived at the door of a room.

Queenie pushed the door open to reveal an exceptionally lavish interior. A table inside was laden with an array of gifts.

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"Ceci, look, these are the gifts I prepared for you, from when you were one year old until now," Queenie said, glancing nervously at Cecilia, afraid that she might not like them. Cecilia walked over.

"Go ahead, open it." Queenie looked at her expectantly.

Cecilia lowered her head and said, "I'm already grown up. I don't need gifts."

She couldn't quite put her feelings into words at that moment. All she wanted was to leave as quickly as possible.

Before she had ever experienced maternal love, she had yearned for it. Yet, when she actually received it, she found herself feeling somewhat overwhelmed.

"I understand you're angry with me, and you have every right to be. I failed you. I couldn't protect you when it mattered. As you grew up, I couldn't find you in time, and to make matters worse, I've wronged you in so many ways." Upon seeing the scar on the right side of Cecilia's face, Queenie wished she could travel back in time and shake some sense into her past self.

Cecilia was her very own daughter, and Jonathan was her grandchild, not someone else's.

"Mdm. Queenie, I can't remember anything right now, so don't overthink it. Let's just go the flow," Cecilia calmly responded.

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