When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 1605 Bonding Time

During breakfast, Queenie couldn't help but secretly seek Brooklyn's advice.

"How did you manage to get Cecilia and her friends to come out?"

"This isn't easy to teach, Queenie. Just remember to take it slow, don't rush," replied Brooklyn.

Queenie was aware that she shouldn't rush, but given her physical condition, she didn't have the luxury of time.

Brooklyn comforted her, "Ceci is a sensible girl. She'll eventually come to understand. Right now, the most important thing is to get along well with her. The role we play in her life doesn't matter." Queenie nodded. "Alright, thank you."

"Don't be a stranger. We're sisters, aren't we?"

Brooklyn tenderly embraced Queenie, her heart aching as she noticed the additional strands of white hair at her temples.

"Queenie, you must take good care of yourself."

When Queenie suddenly found herself being embraced, she was startled. "I know. What's wrong with you? Why hug me all of a sudden?"

"It makes us feel closer." Brooklyn pouted slightly. "Let's go, we should rejoin the youngsters."noveldrama

Queenie readily agreed, "Alright."

Having meals with the younger crowd was devoid of pressure, so it made Queenie feel younger.

However, the occasional discomfort in her heart and lungs was a clear reminder to her of her physical condition.

"Mdm. Queenie," Charlotte began, recalling something from the past, "Thank you for the investment you made in our company."

Queenie couldn't help but smile. "It's no big deal. Just keep working hard. I'm sure the company will reach new heights."

Charlotte nodded vehemently.

Cecilia glanced at Queenie, surprised to find that the latter would invest in her company.

At that moment, everyone was having a great time enjoying their meal.

Back at the Jamieson residence, Cassandra didn't go to the office for the day. She was aware that Queenie and Brooklyn had met with Grover the day before in relation to Cecilia. "I really have no idea how that old fogey's inheritance is actually allocated."

Cassandra had been rummaging around in Queenie's study, but unfortunately, she ended up finding nothing.

She slammed her fist on the table in frustration. "Where is it?"

Unable to find the will, Cassandra turned on Queenie's computer. She keyed in her old birthday password and successfully logged in.

Upon seeing the vast database of business information on the computer, Cassandra swiftly copied all of it.

Making the most of Queenie and Brooklyn's absence, she stealthily slipped out of the room.

When Queenie and Brooklyn

returned, Cassandra had already et

prepared a display of filial piety. She had neatly sliced some fruit and set it before them.

"Mom, Aunt Brooklyn, you're back. Come and have some fruit," she said.

With a gentle smile, Queenie agreed, "Alright."

Brooklyn was clearly scrutinizing Cassandra with her gaze.

"Cassandra, aren't you going to the office today?" she asked.

Cassandra's hand, which was holding the fruit platter, froze for a moment. Then, putting on a pitiful expression, she said, "Dahlia's condition is quite grave; I don't have any mood to work."

"Oh, I see. I was wondering how a mother could bear to watch her own daughter suffer," Brooklyn remarked sarcastically.

Cassandra pursed her lips. "I was once swayed by Nicholas, but now I've come to see the light. After all, Dahlia is my daughter." "I'm glad to hear that."

After eating a piece of fruit, Brooklyn

turned to Queenie and said,

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"Queenie, the office needs me to

handle some issues, so I have to

leave tonight.”

"So soon?" Queenie was reluctant to let her go.

Brooklyn nodded. "Yeah, those good-for-nothings rely on me for everything, I don't have much of a choice." "Alright, after we've had dinner, I'll take you to the airport."

"Sure thing."

The two were engrossed in their conversation, leaving Cassandra standing by the side, feeling like an outsider.