When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 1158 Speak III Of Cecilia

Cassandra calculated in her mind. With the substantial dowry from the Kennedy family and the additional support the would get from her father, Ralph, she was certain her wedding would be magnificent.

After settling everything, Cassandra suggested taking Cassina and the others for a stroll around the Rainsworth Manor

“Go ahead. I still need to rest for a while.” Queenie said, allowing Cassandra to take Cassina out.

Queenie trusted Cassandra, as Cassina had grown very close to her, almost like real sisters. Cassina often spoke highly of Cassandra in front of Queenie

Once they were outside, Cassandra’s true nature surfaced. “Cassina, have someone take the child to play elsewhere. I have some things to discuss with you.”

“Of course, of course, Cassina responded obsequiously.

She coaxed Dylan to follow one of the maids, then focused entirely on Cassandra.

“You know I’m about to get married, but there’s still a thorn in my side–Cecilia. She’s been staying at the Rainsworth Manor these past few days, and so have I. You need to find ways to speak ill of her in front of Mom. Understand?”

Cassina hesitated. “Ms. Evans, wouldn’t that be inappropriate? I can’t just badmouth her for no reason. Besides, we all know that Cecilia is actually…”

Before she could finish, Cassandra slapped her across the face.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

“Are you trying to get yourself killed?”

Cassina’s cheek burned with pain

Cassandra glared at her. “Let me tell you something–Queenie is only soft–hearted toward the people closest to her. She’s Jenient with those she cares about, but when it comes to betrayal or deception, she has only one response: death.”

Cassina turned pale. “I’m sorry. I misspoke.”

“Be more careful next time. Don’t say things that could anger others,” Cassandra warned fiercely. “If you don’t want to badmouth Cecilia for no reason, then make something up! Don’t make me teach you every little thing.”

“Understood,” Cassina replied, lowering her head to hide the resentment in her eyes.

She wished Cassandra would just die. If she were gone, Cassina wouldn’t have to worry about anyone discovering she wasn’t really Queenie’s daughter, and no one would be able to threaten her anymore,

Meanwhile, Dylan was playing with the maid, exploring the area and looking around curiously.

It was the weekend.

Felix was also home. As he was taking a walk, he spotted the child.

“Who’s this? Looks like a clueless country bumpkin,” he asked his nanny

The nanny had heard about Dylan. “Mr. Felix, I believe that’s your Uncle Nicholas‘ mother–in–law’s grandson. You better not mess with him.”

Felix processed the information. Mother–in–law!

“Why shouldn’t I mess with him? Is there anyone in Tudela that I can’t deal with?”

Felix, known for his rebellious nature, was always inclined to do exactly what he was told not to.

Before the nanny could respond, Felix charged toward Dylan like an unrestrained horse.

Dylan was startled by the sudden appearance of this well–dressed boy. Felix was decked out in luxurious clothes, his fair skin instantly marking him as a child from a wealthy family.

Although Dylan was now wearing the finest clothes, his overall look gave off more of a nouveau riche vibe.

“Who are you? Why are you in my house?” Felix demanded, making the first move.

Sensing it was just another child, Dylan wasn’t as intimidated.

“My name is Dylan. I came with my granny,” he answered obediently.

“Dylan!” Felix sneered. “What a stupid name.”

“It’s not a stupid name! My grandpa gave it to me!” Dylan instantly bristled, glaring at Felix.

Felix had only ever been bullied by Jonathan and Elliot, so he had never been afraid of other kids.

Seeing Dylan dare to glare at him, Felix raised his hand and pushed Dylan away.