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Chapter 1097 Cooking The Books Several days had passed, and Queenie's fondness for Cassina had grown significantly. However, she had also becsomewhat more composed.
From observing Cassina's eating habits and her general conduct, it becapparent that this child didn't particularly resemble her.
The secretary advised Queenie, "When we first visited the orphanage, the director mentioned that there was only a fifty percent chance that the child was yours. I believe it would be best to conduct a DNA test." Queenie sat in her chair, her eyes filled with sorrow.
"It was no easy task to find Cassie, and it was only after much effort that we got to spend a few precious days together. If Cassie isn't my daughter, then where on earth am I going to find my daughter?" She was torn. On one hand, she yearned for her biological daughter, but on the other, she was too afraid to take a DNA test, fearful of disappointment.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtCassandra was aware of Queenie's concerns. On the surface, she remained calm and composed, but behind the scenes, she was busy winning over the people around Queenie. She had sof the housekeepers subtly suggest that Cassina was nothing like Queenie.
Lately, Cassina had been living in fear, frequently making phone calls to her birth mother.
Cassandra had perfectly seized this opportunity, intercepting Cassina's call content. She returned to her office to savor it at her leisure.
"Mom, I'm scared of being exposed. I'm not her daughter." "Don't be scared. We're both doing this for Dylan. Just bear with it a little." The corners of Cassandra's mouth lifted greatly.
But in the next moment, her smile froze.
"Ms. Smith is a kind-hearted woman. She knows you're impersonating her for Dylan's sake, and she will definitely not blyou," Bailey said. "Once Dylan's illness is cured, we'll tell her.” Ms. Smith? An image of Cecilia's face surfaced in Cassandra's mind Stago, she learned that Paula was not Cecilia's biological mother.
So then who exactly is Cecilia's biological mother? Cassandra listened to Bailey's words, finding it hard to believe that such coincidences could actually occur in the world.
If Cecilia is truly Queenie's biological daughter, then where does that leave me? This afternoon, during a meeting at the office, Cassandra felt as if she was floating. Every now and then, she found herself stealing glances at Cecilia, particularly at her eyes, which bore a striking resemblance to She recalled asking Queenie a question when she was a child. "Mommy, what does my little sister look like?" Queenie responded, "Your little sister looks a lot like you, especially the eyes." Cassandra could also recall Ralph's words. "Do you know why your mother chose you first at the orphanage? It's because your eyes and face resembled the daughter she lost shortly after birth. You're lucky because of that." Indeed, there were ssimilarities between Cecilia and Cassandra.
When she initially found out that she was Paula's daughter and that they were sisters, Cassandra wasn't too surprised. After all, the resemblance was uncanny.
But now, it seemed as though it had morphed into a sharp blade.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Cassandra! Cassandra!" Nicholas called out.
It took a while for Cassandra to react. "Huh? What's wrong?" "Did you catch everything that Cecilia just reported?" Nicholas asked. "Any questions?"
Cassandra's mind was in a whirl. She was hardly in the state to state to listen to Cecilia's work/report. She responded vaguely, "I did. I have no questions." Miranda, who was on the side, was completely stunned.
How can there be no questions?
Miranda was unsure of what was going on with Cassandra, who m seemed absenteminded, and thus had to take matters into her own hands.
"Mr. Rainsworth, I found sdiscrepancies in the accounts of Team Fivedt seems like they might be cooking the books."