Chapter 473: Do Not Need a Sister
Cassandra watched Cecilia enter, bundled tightly, her delicate, fair face the only visible feature. She had to admit, Cecilia was strikingly beautiful. Her features were exquisite, like something from a painting, but it was her eyes that truly stood out. Despite her heavy clothing, Cecilia's shapely figure was subtly apparent. Cassandra, though aware of her own beauty, felt inferior in Cecilia's presence.
"What you sent is useless," Cassandra stated, taking the initiative. "Don't waste your energy; I'm not easily frightened."
Cecilia wondered why Cassandra, if unafraid, had arrived earlier. She didn't reveal this, however, presenting a DNA test report instead.
Cassandra, slightly confused, opened the report. Surprise flickered in her eyes. "You've been investigating me?"
The report confirmed a parent-child relationship, but Cassandra's initial reaction wasn't to question it; instead, she reprimanded Cecilia for her investigation. Cecilia felt a chill.
"You've known you're Paula's daughter all along," Cecilia stated flatly.
Fearful Cecilia might tell Queenie, her adoptive mother, Cassandra quickly explained, "I only learned yesterday, after returning home, that you are my biological sister." She reached for Cecilia's hand. "If I'd known earlier, I would never have hurt you. We are sisters. I'm not Magnus."
Cecilia swiftly withdrew her hand, her eyes cold. Compared to Stella, Cassandra's acting was unconvincing. Burned by Stella's deceit, Cecilia wouldn't be easily fooled.
"I came to tell you this, not to bond," Cecilia said. "But to warn you. Next time, don't blame me for being impolite."
Cassandra's face hardened. As Cecilia rose to leave, she added, "Don't think being an Evans is special. Your family stole everything from the Smiths. I'll take it back, piece by piece."
Cassandra watched Cecilia go, then stamped her foot in frustration. "Damn it! Who does she think she is, threatening me?" Humiliated by Nicholas and Cecilia recently, she vowed revenge. Sisters? Cecilia didn't deserve the title. Besides, she didn't need any sisters.
Stepping into the frigid wind after leaving the eatery, Cecilia gazed at the snow, feeling emotionally and physically drained. She didn't go home, instead taking a taxi to the western suburbs cemetery. She bought fresh flowers and placed them before her father's tombstone.
Martha's assumptions were partly true. Cecilia craved familial affection, but had given up on Paula and the others, expecting nothing from them. "Dad, I miss you so much," she whispered, the wind her only answer. She remained there for a long time, unaware an unexpected guest had arrived at their Sparaville home.
Sven had taken Elliot for a check-up, leaving Martha and the housekeepers at home. Paula, clad in opulent attire, stood in the modest living room, her tone arrogant. "Martha, you're fortunate my daughter cares for you in your old age." She surveyed the caregiver and chef, noting the small house's sufficiency.
Martha scoffed. "Some women bear children but don't raise them. And call themselves mothers? Laughable."