When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 869 Return The Bank Card

The report clearly stated that there was no biological connection between Cecilia and Paula.

Cecilia studied the results repeatedly. Even though Paula had mentioned it before, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of loss now that the evidence was right in front of her. So it’s confirmed. Paula is not my biological mother. No wonder she has hated me since childhood. But then, who is my real mother?

Cecilia’s hand trembled slightly as she held the report.

“Ms. Smith, are you all right?” a staff member asked with concern.Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

Once Cecilia regained her composure, she shook her head, her voice a bit hoarse. “I’m fine.”

As she was about to leave the department, a staff member approached her. “Ms. Smith, we can post a search for your relatives online if you register your information with us. Your biological parents might be able to find you this way.”

The staff member offered assistance, assuming Cecilia was having difficulty locating her relatives.

Cecilia hesitated for a moment before shaking her head. “It’s okay.”

Paula had once told her that she was adopted from an orphanage.

This implied that her biological parents simply didn’t want her. If they didn’t want me in the first place, they wouldn’t have bothered looking for me online anyway.

As Cecilia processed the situation, she gazed at the sky, a growing sense of oppression weighing on her heart.

At that moment, the caregiver who had gone out to buy food bumped into her. With excitement in her eyes, she asked, “Ms. Smith, you came to see your mother, didn’t you?”

The word “mother” sounded incredibly sarcastic to Cecilia at that moment. “You’ve got it wrong; she’s not my mother.”

The caregiver, who had known the truth all along, sighed. “Ms. Smith, I believe she truly realizes her mistake now. Last night, she was even calling out your name in her dreams.”

Upon hearing these words, Cecilia couldn’t help but let out a sarcastic laugh. “She was probably cursing me in her dreams.”

“No, I genuinely believe she holds you dear in her heart. After all, she did raise you, didn’t she?” The caregiver, unaware of their stories, simply felt sympathy for Paula.

Paula had little time left, and all her friends and family had abandoned her. She was now completely alone.

Cecilia didn’t want to explain too much to someone who didn’t know Paula and her situation well. “There are certain matters you don’t understand, so it’s best not to discuss them further.”

Suddenly, something occurred to Cecilia. “By the way, I’d like you to return the bank card I gave you earlier.”

claiming to be her birth mother, guilt–tripping her for years, and even endangering her life.

“But if I were to return the card, who would cover her hospital bills and medical expenses? Caring for her also costs money.” The caregiver voiced her concern.

“Her own daughter should figure that out,” Cecilia replied indifferently.

The caregiver had no choice but to hand over the bank card. “I’ve already spent a portion of the money inside.”

“From now on, I won’t contribute a single penny toward any of her expenses. As for what’s already been spent, I’ll just let it go.” Cecilia took back the card and left without hesitation.

After the caregiver returned to the ward, she had no choice but to inform Paula about the situation.

In the past, Paula would have already started berating Cecilia for her perceived heartlessness.

Perhaps nearing the end of her life had given Paula a new perspective, allowing her to see things more clearly. “You can go now. I can take care of myself.”

“But…”

“I know you’re a caring person, but you have a family to care for. I can’t afford to pay you a salary, so it’s best if you find another job elsewhere,” Paula said.

The caregiver sighed. “I’ll stick around until the end of the month since I’ve already been paid.”

Paula gazed out at the lush trees outside the window. “Okay.”