When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 1743

Chapter 1743 What Should I Do
Without any hesitation, Queenie nodded and said, “Of course I'm sure. You're my very own daughter!”

Cecilia's preconceived notions about her began to fade away when she heard that.

She pulled out her phone, scrolling through the information she had looked up a few days earlier, and handed it to Queenie.

“This is evidence of Cassandra embezzling company assets during her time at the company.”

Had Queenie not expressed herself in such a way, Cecilia might not have shown her the evidence so quickly.

Queenie slowly read through it. By the time she finished, her heart had turned cold.

For all these years, she had truly nurtured an ungrateful wretch.

“I truly regret it! I regret adopting her!” Queenie clenched the phone tightly and couldn't help but succumb to another bout of violent coughing.

Seeing Queenie coughing so severely, Cecilia was about to call the doctor, but Queenie quickly stopped her. “Wait!”

“What's wrong?”

“Just get me a glass of water.”

“All right.”

Cecilia handed Queenie a cup of water.

After Queenie took a few sips of water, her coughing subsided.

She leaned against the pillow, resting for a good while before asking Cecilia to fetch her phone.

Queenie took her phone and called Caliste immediately. “Ms. Newton, could you come over? There's something I need you to do for me.”

Having said that, she hung up the phone.

Her gaze fell upon Cecilia. “Cecilia, there's no need for you and Nathaniel to worry about this matter. Leave it all to me. I'll ensure they pay the price they deserve.”

Cecilia nodded. “Okay.”

Finally snapping back to reality, she didn't spare a thought for Ralph. She tossed her phone aside, got up, and began to get dressed.

With little time to pack properly, Cassandra hastily stuffed her valuable items into a suitcase for her imminent departure abroad.

It didn't take Cassandra long to pack up her belongings.

Carrying two massive suitcases, she was ready to step out the door when she noticed quite a few people already staked out downstairs.

“What should I do? What should I do?” Cassandra was instantly thrown into a state of panic.

After giving it some thought, she decided to toss the suitcases out of the window. She then grabbed a rope and began to climb down from the window herself, hoping to make a swift escape.

She was determined to keep all the money.

“Ms. Evans!”

Before she even reached the ground floor, she heard a voice that was all too familiar. She glanced back, and her heart shattered into pieces.