When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel)

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Chapter 473 Do Not Need A Sister

Cassandra watched as Cecilia walked in, bundled up tightly, with only her clean, fair face showing.

delicate, but it was her eyes that

She had to admit, Cecilia was truly beautiful. Her features. stood out the most they were just like something out

of a painting.

Despite dressing heavily, Cecilia's shapely figure was still subtly discernible.

Cassandra knew she wasn’t lacking in any way, yet in the presence of Cecilia, it felt as if she was somehow

inferior.

“What you sentis useless against me. Don’t waste your energy; I'm not someone who's easily frightened.”

Cassandra took the initiative to speak first.

In her mind, Cecilia wondered why, if Cassandra wasn’t afraid, she had arrived earlier than herself. Nonetheless,

she didn’t expose Cassandra but instead presented a DNA test report, handing it over to her.

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Cassandra took the item with a hint of confusion. As she opened it and looked inside, a trace of surprise flashed

in her eyes.

“You've been investigating me?”

In her hands, Cassandra held a paternity test report. However, her first response wasn’t to question the parent-

child relationship indicated in the report but rather, to reprimand Cecilia for investigating her.

Realizing that, Cecilia felt herself go cold.

“You've known all along that you're Paula’s daughter,” Cecilia stated matter-of-factly.

Cassandra was afraid that she might tell Queenie, her nominal mother, about this matter, so she quickly

clarified, “I only found out from Paula after | returned hyesterday that you are my biological sister.”

Cassandra reached out and held Cecilia’s hand. “If | had known earlier, | would never have hurt you. We are

sisters, after all. I'm not Magnus.”

Cecilia, however, promptly withher hand, her eyes filled with indifference.

Frankly speaking, compared to Stella, Cassandra's acting skills were far inferior.

Having been burned by Stella in the past, there was no way Cecilia would so readily trust Cassandra now.

“I chere to tell you this, not to form any sisterly bond with you, but to warn you. If there's a next time, don’t

blme for not being polite.”

Cassandra's face stiffened.

As Cecilia rose to leave, she added, “Don’t think being the daughter of the Evans family is anything special.

Everything your family has now was stolen from the Smith family. | will take it all back, piece by piece.”

Cassandra watched as her figure disappeared from sight before stomping her foot in frustration.

“Damn it! Who does she think she is, daring to threaten me?”

She had been pampered all her life, until recently when she was humiliated in front of Nicholas and Cecilia.

Cassandra vowed to teach Cecilia a harsh lesson. Sisters? Hah! Cecilia is undeserving of being my sister!

Besides, | don’t need any sisters at all.

After leaving the eatery and stepping into the biting cold wind, Cecilia gazed at the surrounding blanket of pure

white snow, feeling physically and emotionally drained.

She didn’t go home. Instead, she took a taxi to the cemetery in the western suburbs. As usual, she bought a

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bunch of fresh flowers and placed them in front of her father’s tombstone.

In truth, Martha’s assumptions were both right and wrong. Cecilia indeed longed for familial affection, but she

had long since given up hope on Paula and the others, no longer expecting any care or concern from them.

“Dad, | miss you so much.”

The cold wind howled, her only response was gust after gust of chilling breeze.

Cecilia didn’t care much, standing in the cemetery for a long time.

She was unaware that, at that very moment, an unexpected guest had arrived at their hin Sparaville.

Elliot had been escorted to the hospital for a routine check-up by Sven, while Martha and the housekeepers

stayed at home.

Clad in opulence, Paula stood in the modest living room, her eyes and tone filled with arrogance. “Martha, how

fortunate you are to have my daughter take care of you in your old biological mother, it truly chills my heart.”

age. As her

Paula took in the caregiver tending to Martha, as well as the chef in the kitchen. Despite the place being small, it

had everything necessary.

they dare to call themselves ‘mothers. It’s truly laughable.”

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