When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 1711 Visiting Queenie

After dealing with all of them, Cecilia felt drained.

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"Lottie, the next time these calls come in, you should answer them. Make up an excuse and tell them I'm busy."

"Alright," Charlotte readily agreed.

After finishing work for the day, Cecilia didn't rush home. Instead, she headed to the hospital.

She stood at the entrance of the hospital room, hesitating to go in.

Nonetheless, Caliste had noticed her arrival. "Ms. Cecilia, you're here. Please, come in," Caliste invited warmly.

It wasn't until Cecilia entered that she noticed Queenie's complexion had worsened compared to her last visit.

"Mdm. Queenie, how are you holding up?"

Queenie only heard the show of concern, unbothered by the detached way Cecilia

had addressed her. "I'm much better now," she replied. "Come, sit with me."

After a moment of hesitation, Cecilia took a seat beside Queenie's bed.

Queenie yearned to reach out and touch Cecilia, yet she feared her daughter might disapprove. She lifted her hand, only to lower it again.

-"Ceci, how has work been for you lately? Have you encountered anyone giving you a hard time?"

Cecilia shook her head. "It's pretty good. The senior management and shareholders are all taking good care

of me."

That was a given, as Queenie had already instructed them to do so beforehand.

These individuals were the ones most terrified of Queenie, and they were also the group that were most

indebted to her.

"That's good to hear. If anyone dares to give you trouble, make sure to let me know. I'll handle it."

Cecilia nodded in response.

After a while, she couldn't help but ask, "I'm curious, why did you decide to hand the company over to me?"

Didn't Queenie initially mention that she wanted to give half of the company to Cassandra?

Queenie knew Cecilia had come to inquire about this matter, but she didn't dare to reveal the truth. "No particular reason," she said. "I just wanted to be a little selfish, to keep what's mine for my own daughter."

Her own daughter...

A strange sensation inexplicably rose within Cecilia.

Afraid that she would refuse to accept it again, Queenie continued, "I've severed my mother-daughter

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With her head lowered, Cecilia said, "Don't you have Brooklyn? Perhaps you should hand over the company to her."

She believed she had done nothing to deserve such a thing, and she didn't want to feel indebted to anyone, even if that person was her own biological mother.

Queenie's eyes inevitably reddened.

She knew that Cecilia was unwilling to accept the inheritance, and alongside it, the fact that she was the latter's biological mother.

"Let's put this matter aside for now. I need you to help me run the company in the meantime. Once my health improves, we can discuss it further."

"Alright." Cecilia nodded.

The back-and-forth between the two individuals stirred up immense jealousy in Cassandra, who was observing from outside.

She couldn't help but exclaim, "I can't believe how good she is at faking it!"

Meanwhile, Cecilia also noticed Cassandra at the entrance.

Cecilia explained to her, "Ms. Cecilia, you don't need to concern yourself with her. She just refuses to leave."

After hearing this, Cecilia was left confused.

Just recently, Queenie was fearful of causing her adopted daughter any distress. How did things change so suddenly?

If Ms. Newton has the audacity to utter these words, she certainly has the blessing of Queenie. Otherwise, she wouldn't have dared to.

Upon noticing that everyone in the ward was looking her way, Cassandra immediately dropped her resentful expression, feigning a pitiful demeanor instead.

"Ceci, you've arrived, that's wonderful. Mdm. Queenie has been longing to see you."

Queenie was not in a good mood, shooting Caliste a look, who then stood up and closed the door.

Cassandra was thus stopped at the door. Her expression fluctuated between anger and embarrassment, an indescribable gloom etched on her face.

Ironically, there were still some patients in the hallway at that time, all of whom cast peculiar glances at her.