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When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel)

Chapter 685
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Chapter 685 Ralph And Cassandra Joining Forces.

“You only have one billion or two left?” Ralph glared at her.

Paula, irritated by the look on his face, snapped, “What? Is there a problem?”

Ralph immediately forced a sycophantic smile. “I’m just surprised. It's your money. You can spend it however you

want.”

Only then was Paula appeased.

Ralph was still wary of Paula. Firstly, she had given birth to their daughter. Secondly, everything. he had now was

all thanks to Paula.

Most importantly, he feared that if he offended Paula, Paula would expose all the unsavory things he did in the

past.

“Honey, it's getting late,” Ralph said gently, helping her up the stairs. “You're seriously ill and need to rest. Let's

return to the hospital for further observation tomorrow,”

After ensuring Paula was settled in bed, he returned to the living room, sighing.

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Cassandra couldn't help but ask, “Dad, are we really going to give all the money back to Cecilia?”

“Of course not!” Ralph's usually amicable face was shrouded in gloom.

Who would willingly spit out the money they've already pocketed? Besides, unless he sold his company, there

was no way he could raise that much money.

He lowered his voice. “Cassandra, remember. Paula's the one who had a legal dispute with Cecilia. Paula lost, so

it’s her responsibility to repay Cecilia. The debt belongs to Paula, not us.”

“But you two are still married...”

“So what? How much longer could she possibly live? Remember this and find a way to get her savings before she

dies. | estimate it’s no less than a billion,” Ralph said.

Cassandra nodded. “Don’t worry, Dad. Mom lovesso much. She would definitely givethe money.”

But she still has that fool, Magnus. Who knows, she might give the money to Magnus.

“Magnus never even returned to see her since she fell ill. She’d never give the money to Magnus. Besides, all

that money will go to waste if she gave it to him.”

The father and daughter discussed how to swiftly swindle Paula out of her personal savings.

In the room upstairs, sleep cluded Paula. These days, whenever she closed her eyes, she would dream of the

times she spent with Regas.

They were happy as a family back then

Regas would hand her all his money and assets for review, but it was a different story with Ralph. Even though

they were each other's first love, it felt as though there was a wall between them.

She could never quite understand Ralph.

The clock was ticking away.

She had initially thought that Ralph would share the bed with her tonight, but he ended up sleeping in the next

room with the excuse that he didn’t want to disturb her.

She could clearly sense that Ralph no longer loved her. Yet, she had never felt this way before her illness, leading

her to wonder if her sickness was causing her to imagine things.

Struggling to fall asleep, she got out of bed and called her daughter, intending to share her feelings with her.

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Annoyed, Cassandra asked, “Mom, why are you callingat this late hour?”

“Are you still at home?” Paula asked.

“I'm back at the Rainsworth Manor. Is there something you need? I'm pregnant now, you know. If

| don’t get enough rest, it’s not good for the baby.” Cassandra said, exasperated.

“No, nothing. Get plenty of rest. Cvisittomorrow.” Paula ended the call.

She then tried calling Magnus, but when she dialed his number, it was engaged. It seemed that Magnus had

blocked her.

Paula suddenly felt a sharp pang of sorrow overwhelming her.

At that moment, for sreason, her thoughts once again drifted back to Cecilia.

Before she had severed her mother-daughter relationship with Cecilia, Cecilia wouldn't have. hesitated to spend

days and nights taking care of her, let alone spend ttalking to her.

“Why am | thinking of that brat again? What's so great about her? She doesn’t know anything- she mumbled to «

herself.