When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 1589

Chapter 1589 Magnus Confronts Cassandra

Cecília was momentarily taken aback. She had dealt with con artists before, but never one so clumsy in her approach. Has she been watching too many TV dramas?

Guests nearby witnessed the scene, and soon, whispers began to spread. Eyes turned toward Cecilia, filled with curiosity.

Cecilia, unfazed, shrugged off the attention. “You fell on your own. Don’t blame me for it.”

The commotion didn’t go unnoticed by Queenie. As she made her way over, she spotted Cassandra sprawled on the ground and saw Cecilia walking away in the distance. “Cassandra, are you all right?” Immediately, Queenie rushed to Cassandra’s side, concern written across her face.

Cassandra quickly shook her head. “It’s nothing serious, I just couldn’t convince Cecilia.”

“What did you try to persuade her about?” Queenie asked, her brow furrowing in confusion.

“I told her to let go of her grudge against you,” Cassandra explained with a hint of vulnerability. “But she refused. She even pushed me down, claiming that everything I have now was stolen from her.” She tried to sound pitiful, but her tone was laced with dramatics.

Seeing her in such a state, Queenie, in the past, would have believed her without hesitation. But now, after everything that had happened, she knew her adopted daughter’s nature all too well.

“Cassandra,” Queenie said coldly, her voice firm, “Ceci isn’t like that. And besides, she’s lost her memory. What could she possibly hold against me? Don’t try these petty tricks again. Hasn’t anyone ever told you that your temper is too quick to play the role of a tragic character?” Queenie’s gaze was ice–cold as she delivered each word, her patience worn thin.

Cassandra stood frozen, her expression one of disbelief She had been like this since childhood, using these dramatic tactics to manipulate situations when she couldn’t get what she wanted by force. But now, Queenie had unexpectedly seen right through her.

“Mom, I didn’t act,” Cassandra protested, her voice shaky. “If you don’t believe me, ask the people around us.
“I don’t need to ask anyone,” Queenie replied coolly. “I know exactly what kind of people you and Ceci are. Now, if there’s nothing else, you should leave. Don’t cause a scene here–it’s someone else’s wedding. You wouldn’t want to spoil the mood.” With that, Queenie turned on her heel and walked away, heading toward Cecilia.

Cassandra stood there, stunned and alone, unable to process what had just happened.

Magnus only chuckled, his tone dripping with superiority. “But I have them backing me up. What about you? I know Nicholas has abandoned you. You’re nothing more than an abandoned woman!”

His laughter was loud and cruel, echoing in the air as he relished the sting of his words.

Fury surged through Cassandra, and she raised her hand, poised to slap him. But Magnus was faster. He grabbed her wrist with a firm grip and, with a swift motion, shoved her back.

“Do you still see me as the person I once was, living under your family’s roof?” he sneered. “You want to strike me, but have you even looked at yourself in the mirror?”

Cassandra staggered back several steps, barely managing to keep her balance. Magnus advanced with deliberate steps, spitting by her side. “I really don’t understand how we could possibly share the same mother,” he sneered.