When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him Novel
Chapter 451

Chapter 451 He Might Be Dead

Cassandra finally understood why her father had married Paula, and why this stepmother cared for her even more than her biological mother ever had. Initially, she thought Paula was just trying to win her over, but now, everything made sense. She also realized why, despite Queenie being over fifty, she only had one daughter.

Cassandra glanced at the shredded paper in the trash bin, then abruptly rose to her feet. In a frenzy, she gathered the fragments, tossed them into the bathroom toilet, and flushed them away.

“I am the daughter of Queenie Jamieson, a successful businesswoman, not some child of a useless entertainer,” she muttered to herself.

To Cassandra, dancing was merely a form of emotional cultivation. Even if someone became a world–renowned dancer, it wasn’t as significant as being a successful female CEO. Besides, with Queenie’s resources, making someone a famous dancer would be as easy as spending money. Compared to Paula’s current homemak

personą, only Queenie was truly fit to be her mother.

After pondering for a moment, Cassandra called Paula back into the room. Her face softened into its usual gentle facade as she said, “Mom, I’ve come to understand everything now. From now on, I will definitely treat you with the respect and care you deserve.”

Paula, hearing this, embraced her tightly. “With your assurance, I am content,” she said, her voice full of warmth.

“However,” Cassandra suddenly shifted the conversation, “we must keep this matter between us. It’s crucial that no one else replaces out.”

Paula looked at her in confusion. “Why?”

“Queenie has no other children–I’m her only daughter. She once told me she would leave the entire business to me after her death. But if she were to replace out the truth now, she might not be willing to hand over the company to me anymore,” Cassandra explained, her tone measured and convincing.

Everything Cassandra said made perfect sense, and Paula found herself nodding in agreement. After all, when Cassandra was first born and handed over to Ralph, Ralph told Queenie that the child was found and that he didn’t know who the biological parents were. Only then did Queenie agree to keep her.

“All right,” Paula finally said, her mind settled.

The following day, when Cecilia went for her prenatal checkup, Nathaniel insisted on accompanying her.

“Don’t you have work?” Cecilia asked, slightly puzzled.

“I’ve taken leave,” Nathaniel replied.

“You’ve been taking leaves quite often these days. Doesn’t your boss have any issues with that?” Cecilia’s suspicion about the authenticity of his job was growing.

“We’re in the charity sector, where the boss himself doesn’t earn much. Besides, it’s not often you replace someone like me, who, despite being visually impaired, excels at their job,” Nathaniel responded earnestly.

Cecilia had seen Nathaniel at work before. He was more focused and efficient than anyone else. He completed tasks in a fraction of the time it took others. Even though he was blind, his memory was exceptional. Once he had been somewhere, he could remember everything about it. At home, he functioned like any ordinary person.

“All right then,” Cecilia said, at a loss for words.

When they arrived at the hospital, they first visited Elliot, and only then did Cecilia proceed with her check–up. While she was undergoing the check–up, Nathaniel and Elliot, one big and one small, were together.

Elliot, with his small hand propping up his head, studied Nathaniel deeply. “Mr. Rainsworth, do you know where my daddy has gone? It’s been a while since I last saw him, and I miss him terribly,” he asked, his voice soft and earnest.

Dad? Must be talking about Calvin.

Nathaniel knew exactly who Elliot was talking about. The last time he had encountered Calvin, Nathaniel had nearly killed him. There was no way Calvin could have recovered quickly, and he wasn’t brave enough to return.

“I’m not sure. He might be dead,” Nathaniel replied, his expression unchanging.

Elliot was taken aback, clearly not expecting such a blunt response from Nathaniel.

Did he really lose his memory? Only the Nathaniel who hadn’t lost his memory would be this sharp–tongued. How could he curse himself to death?