When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 870 I Want To Make Her Proud

The caregiver had prepared a meal for Paula. “Please eat some.”

To the caregiver, Paula still deserved forgiveness, considering she was nearing the end of her life and hadn’t committed any serious offenses.

Over the past few days, Paula had consumed nothing but the glucose she was injecting.

Just when the caregiver thought Paula wouldn’t eat that day either, she mustered enough strength to sit up.

The caregiver quickly moved the small dining table closer.

“I want to watch some TV shows,” Paula uttered.

“All right.” The caregiver turned on the television, tuning it to Paula’s favorite dance show.

Paula nibbled on her food while watching the show.

“Enjoy your food. I’m stepping out for a bit.”

“All right.” Paula nodded.

After the caregiver left, Paula found herself mesmerized by the young dancer twirling gracefully on the television screen. It stirred up memories of her past.Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

She had once led a blissful life, but now…

As the show ended, Paula stumbled upon a recent interview with Cassandra.

In the interview, the reporter praised Cassandra’s dancing skills and frequently mentioned Paula, though his intentions were unclear. “Cassandra, I heard your stepmother was a renowned international dancer. Did her influence contribute to your success today?”

Cassandra’s expression turned grim at that question. “I owe all my accomplishments to my beloved mother, Queenie. She taught me that we can only rely on ourselves and instilled in me the importance of perseverance, of continually learning and mastering a task.”

Paula knew Cassandra would never acknowledge her help, but hearing it spoken aloud only deepened her sense of disheartenment.

Thinking of Cassandra as the daughter she had brought into the world, Paula could no longer suppress her disappointment.

However, at that moment, Paula also questioned herself. Why should I continue to think about someone like her?

Seconds later, Paula found her thoughts drifting back to Cecilia.

She remembered Cecilia as a child, standing on stage with battered and bruised feet, yet wearing a proud smile as she told the host, “My mother is a renowned dancer, and I want to make her proud.”

The memories of the past filled Paula with a deepening sense of guilt and regret. When she was alone, she often broke down in tears.

Meanwhile, Cassandra had just finished her interview.

As she stepped off the stage, she turned to her assistant and asked, “Who was that reporter who just interviewed me? Find a way to get rid of her. I don’t want to see her in this industry ever again.”

She was infuriated with the reporter for asking inappropriate questions.

“I’ll have someone take care of it right away.”

Although the Evans family had sold their business to another entity, Cassandra still had Queenie’s support.

The Jamiesons were an influential family in Drocver and could easily get a reporter fired.

Cassandra sat down to rest as her assistant dabbed away her sweat. In a hushed tone, the assistant said, “I have an update on the song you asked me to investigate. It was composed by Cecilia but registered under a different name.”

Cassandra instantly perked up. Cecilia participated in a songwriting competition?

“How could she compose music since she’s deaf?” Cassandra couldn’t help but be curious. “Play her song for me.”

The song Cecilia composed, “Won’t Give Up,” had garnered significant attention online.

Its number of downloads and streams far exceeded those of the second–place contestant, leaving no doubt that Cecilia would be chosen as the best songwriter of the year.

However, instead of being impressed by Cecilia’s achievement, Cassandra’s first thought was whether Cecilia had spent a fortune on purchasing streams.

Cassandra couldn’t believe that someone with a mild hearing impairment could have composed such a successful piece of music.