When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 1299 Take Her Life

As expected, Ralph was taken away, his agonized screams echoing through the air, sending a shiver down Cassandra’s spine, even in the warmth of the room.

Despite the horror of the situation, Mason yawned, barely interested. “Let’s go,” he said indifferently and left with his group of men.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

By the time Cassandra managed to find her father, he was in a terrible state. “Dad, Dad…” she called out, her voice growing desperate. But Ralph lay motionless, completely unresponsive.

“Cecilia, you’ve reduced my father to this state,” Cassandra muttered through clenched teeth, fury filling her eyes. “I will never let you off the hook. Just you wait.”

She issued her bitter warning to no one in particular, then quickly called for an ambulance. Ralph, bruised and battered, would be forced into submission for some time now.

After returning to the Jamieson residence, Cassandra wasted no time summoning Cassina to her side.

“Ms. Evans, you wanted to see me?” Cassina asked, addressing her in a formal, humble tone, always maintaining the distance between them.

Cassandra looked at her coldly. “Go to Queenie now and pour your heart out. Tell her that Cecilia is after your life. Convince her that Cecilia needs to be eliminated, no matter what.”

Cassina froze, her eyes widening in disbelief. Cassandra, now more than ever, realized she couldn’t rely on Queenie to act against Cecilia on her behalf.

Cassina, as Queenie’s blood, was her last hope to manipulate Queenie into action.

Cassina, however, was horrified.

Are we really talking about taking a life? Can we just demand that like it’s nothing?

She thought about her own mother, still lying in the ICU. For the first time, she truly grasped the terrifying reality of the wealthy’s power and cruelty.

But something in her had shifted. She no longer wanted to be a part of such darkness. She wasn’t heartless enough to wish death upon Cecilia.

“Isn’t this wrong? It’s a crime, isn’t it?” Cassina whispered, her voice trembling.

Cassandra’s gaze hardened. “Crime? You better think long and hard before you refuse. If you don’t help me, I’ll tell Queenie everything. And trust me, neither you nor your mother will make it out alive.”

Cassina, caught between fear for her son, Dylan, and her mother’s precarious state, knew she had no choice but to comply.

“All right,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Ill talk to Mdm. Queenie when she returns.”

“Good girl,” Cassandra said, her tone sickeningly sweet. “Just follow my lead, and you’ll have everything you want.”

Cassina nodded but returned to her room filled with dread. She hesitated for a long time before finally

When Cecilia answered the call, her voice calm as always, she asked, “What’s the matter?”

“Ms. Smith,” Cassina began, her voice shaky. “Cassandra returned today. She’s forcing me to convince Queenie to take your life.”

Cecilia was silent for a moment before she spoke again, her tone even. “And did you agree?”

“I… I didn’t have a choice,” Cassina stammered. “She threatened my son and me. I was terrified.”

Cassina couldn’t bring herself to confess the deeper truth–that she wasn’t even Queenie’s biological daughter. Trusting Cecilia completely was still something she struggled with.

“I understand,” Cecilia said after a pause. “It’s all right. Do as Cassandra says–go see Queenie.”

“But… you’ll be in danger. You’ve done so much for my family, I can’t.” Cassina’s voice trailed off, torn between her loyalty to Cecilia and her fear for her own life.

“It’s not as easy to take a life as Cassandra thinks,” Cecilia replied calmly. “Besides, now that you’ve told me, I’ll be prepared.”

Relief washed over Cassina. “Thank you, Ms. Smith.”

After hanging up the phone, Cassina’s heart ached with guilt. Outside her door, there was a sudden knock.

“Who is it?” Cassina asked cautiously.

“It’s me,” Cassandra said, her voice laced with impatience. “Mom’s back. Didn’t you have something important to tell her?”

Cassina’s heart skipped a beat. She hadn’t expected Queenie to return so soon. With a deep breath, she opened the door and stepped out.

Queenie was seated on the couch, watching her closely “Cassie, is there something you want to tell me?” she asked gently.