When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 1299

Chapter 1299 Take Her Life
As expected, Ralph was taken away, his agonized screams echoing through the air, sending a shiver down Cassandra's spine, even in the warmth of the room.

Despite the horror of the situation, Mason yawned, barely interested. “Let's go,” he said indifferently and left with his group of men.

By the time Cassandra managed to find her father, he was in a terrible state. “Dad, Dad...” she called out, her voice growing desperate. But Ralph lay motionless, completely unresponsive.

“Cecilia, you've reduced my father to this state,” Cassandra muttered through clenched teeth, fury filling her eyes. “I will never let you off the hook. Just you wait.”

She issued her bitter warning to no one in particular, then quickly called for an ambulance. Ralph, bruised and battered, would be forced into submission for some time now.

After returning to the Jamieson residence, Cassandra wasted no time summoning Cassina to her side.

“Ms. Evans, you wanted to see me?” Cassina asked, addressing her in a formal, humble tone, always maintaining the distance between them.

Cassandra looked at her coldly. “Go to Queenie now and pour your heart out. Tell her that Cecilia is after your life. Convince her that Cecilia needs to be eliminated, no matter what.”

Cassina froze, her eyes widening in disbelief. Cassandra, now more than ever, realized she couldn't rely on Queenie to act against Cecilia on her behalf.

Cassina, as Queenie's blood, was her last hope to manipulate Queenie into action.

Cassina, however, was horrified.

Are we really talking about taking a life? Can we just demand that like it's nothing?

She thought about her own mother, still lying in the ICU. For the first time, she truly grasped the terrifying reality of the wealthy's power and cruelty.

But something in her had shifted. She no longer wanted to be a part of such darkness. She wasn't heartless enough to wish death upon Cecilia.

“Isn't this wrong? It's a crime, isn't it?” Cassina whispered, her voice trembling.

Cassandra's gaze hardened. “Crime? You better think long and hard before you refuse. If you don't help me, I'll tell Queenie everything. And trust me, neither you nor your mother will make it out alive.”

Cassina, caught between fear for her son, Dylan, and her mother's precarious state, knew she had no choice but to comply.