When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 807 I Will Speak Up

Cassandra paused for a moment and then fibbed, “My stepmother has cancer, so I came to check on her.”

“Really? Well, since I’m here, why don’t we go take a look together?” Nicholas said, curious to see what else she might come up with.

Cassandra quickly rejected the idea. “She’s already asleep. Let’s not disturb her.”

“Okay then.” Nicholas knew it wasn’t the right moment to confront her.

The car started up, gradually pulling away from the hospital.

Inside the hospital room, Paula’s mind replayed Cassandra’s words over and over.

“I have only one mother, and that’s Queenie!”

Her thoughts were a jumbled mess as she struggled to reconcile how her once dutiful and beloved daughter could turn her back on her.

When Cecilia entered the ward, she immediately noticed the transformation in Paula. The vibrant energy that once defined her was now replaced by a gaunt, hollow expression. There was a chilling emptiness in her eyes.

She asked the caregiver, “Could I have a moment alone with her?”

“Sure, Ms. Smith.” The caregiver, trusting Cecilia, stepped out of the ward.

Once the caregiver had left, an unusual silence settled over the room, leaving only Cecilia and Paula.

Cecilia slowly approached and pulled up a chair to sit beside the hospital bed. “Mdm. Paula, I have a question for you.”

Paula took a moment to regain her composure, her eyes appearing somewhat dazed as they met Cecilia’s. A sudden wave of regret washed over her, though she couldn’t quite pinpoint the source of her unease.

Cecilia continued, “Are you involved in my dad’s car accident?”

The question hit Paula like a lightning bolt.

She immediately denied it. “What are you talking about? It was an accident.”

“Is that so? According to my investigations, the car Dad used was driven by you the day before. At that time, you were the only one in the car.” With a bitter taste lingering in her throat, Cecilia declared, “I also discovered that there was an issue with the car’s brake pads. It was no accident!”

Paula’s eyes widened in disbelief after hearing that. “What?”

Judging by Paula’s demeanor, Cecilia sensed she was still playing dumb.

Cecilia’s voice remained icy cold. “Is it really that hard for you to tell the truth? The doctor said you have, at most, three months left to live.”

Paula, unaware of her actual prognosis, began to tremble. “What nonsense are you spouting? The doctor

Everyone fears death, especially someone like Paula, who had never truly faced hardship.

“If you don’t believe me, ask the doctor yourself. He said the cancer is spreading fast. Holding on for more than three months would take a miracle.” Cecilia’s focus was unshakable; her only desire now was to uncover the truth about her father’s death.

She reached out and gripped Paula’s frail wrist. “Tell me, did you sabotage the car? Are you the reason my father had that accident?”

She glared intently at Paula.

At that moment, Paula still refused to admit it. “I never harmed Regas, not once! Do you really think your mother would hurt your father? How could you think so ill of me?”

Seeing that Paula was still unwilling to tell the truth, Cecilia had no choice but to leave.

Suddenly, Paula grasped her hand.

When Cecilia thought she was about to her something, Paula released her. “Get out of here.”

Cecilia left right away.

Upon seeing Cecilia leaving, the caretaker returned to the ward and questioned Paula, “What were you thinking? Why didn’t you clarify things with her? Do you really want her to suffer for her entire life?”

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Paula was in a quandary, uncertain whether or not to reveal the secret.

“I don’t care anymore. If you won’t speak up, I will!” The caregiver, who believed Cecilia was a good person and didn’t deserve such treatment, decided to intervene.