Chapter 639 Did Not Seem To Be
Cecília clenched her fists and stared coldly at Moana. “What do you mean, ‘the Rainsworth family’s child’? The child I carry is mine. I know what's best for it. As its mother, my care surpasses anyone else's. I'd even give my life for my children. Can you say the same? My appearance is none of your concern. If I choose plastic surgery, it's my decision.”
Moana choked back a sob. Before meeting Cecília, she’d heard she was timid. This proved those rumors wrong.
Cecília rose, extending a hand. “Return my phone.”
Moana, adamant about her ability to handle any woman, raised her hand. Cecília assumed the phone was coming back, but Moana loosened her grip, sending it plummeting to the ground. The screen shattered with a resounding crack. “Oops, my apologies, Mrs. Rainsworth. My hands aren't as steady as they used to be.”
Cecília, aware that anger was detrimental to her health, remained calm. She bent down, retrieved her phone, and said coldly, “Since you're getting old, you should retire.”
She left. Moana called after her, “Mrs. Rainsworth, where are you going?”
Cecília ignored her, instructing Sven to drive them elsewhere. She had planned a meeting with other mothers, but her phone was broken. She decided to get it repaired and have breakfast. Moana was a handful; she needed to find a way to get rid of her before her constant presence affected her health and, consequently, her baby.
As soon as Cecília left, Moana complained to Elena, exaggerating Cecília’s actions. Elena disliked Cecília even more, her dislike tempered only by the fact Cecília carried her grandchildren.
“It’s normal for her to be moody during pregnancy. Take good care of her,” Elena said before ending the call. She was unaware of Moana’s pressure on Cecília to eat meat and eggs, only that Cecília was troublesome and unappreciative of her hired help.
Cassandra, nearby, watched Elena hang up. “Madam Elena, you’re so kind to Cecília.”
Elena, charmed by Cassandra’s demeanor, replied, “Aren’t you pregnant as well? From now on, call me Mom.”
During the engagement, Elena hadn't asked Cassandra to change her address. But learning of her pregnancy prompted the change.
Joy filled Cassandra’s eyes. “Mom.”
“You’re living here now. If you’re uncomfortable with anything, let me know. I’ll arrange it. Focus on your work,” Elena reassured, patting her hand.
“Mhm,” Cassandra nodded.
Initially worried Nicholas wouldn’t acknowledge her child, she saw this as a blessing. Elena provided excellent care, promoted her, and even promised she could resume her career after the baby’s birth.
Cassandra thrived, but couldn't accept Cecília remained in Tudela. Cecília's fearlessness was unsettling. She wouldn't let her get away next time.
Making an excuse, Cassandra left Elena, heading to Miranda’s residence. She knew Miranda, due to her son’s situation, was at odds with Cecília. She decided to add fuel to the fire.
Miranda was exhausted from dealing with the group of mothers; she’d never faced such harsh reprimands. Cassandra found her on the couch, massaging her temples.