When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 1582

Chapter 1582 Mother And Daughter 

Coincidentally, Cecilia returned home at that hour and noticed Queenie there. 

Charlotte wondered out loud, “What is she doing here gain?” 

“She’s probably here to see Ceci,” Lucille suggested. 

After hearing the exchanged, Cecilia got the two of them to head in first. Then, she walked toward Queenie alone. 

Queenie stood there, lost in her thoughts, oblivious to the fact that Cecilia was approaching her. “Mdm. Queenie,” Cecilia called. 

The sound caused Queenie to snap back to reality, turning around to face Cecilia. “Cecilia.” 

Cecilia nodded. “What are you doing here? Is something wrong?” 

Queenie slowly shook her head in response. “No, it’s nothing.” 

After hearing the reply, Cecilia was about to leave when Queenie couldn’t help but stop her. 

“Ceci, could you, perhaps, take a walk with me? Chat with me?” Her voice was laced with yearning. 

When Cecilia saw the pleading look in her eyes, she felt it rude to refuse, so she nodded in agreement. 

“Alright.” 

A sparkle lit up in Queenie’s eyes as she was overjoyed. 

She cautiously approached Cecilia, walking side by side with the latter. As if she were a mother casually asking her child, she said, “Where did you go today?” 

“We just went out shopping. Our friend is getting married tomorrow,” Cecilia replied. 

“Oh, okay.” Queenie nodded. “Can I come to the wedding tomorrow?” 

Since Cecilia’s friend was getting married, she figured it was only natural for her, as a mother, to show 

some concern. 

Cecilia was somewhat taken aback. “Um…” 

“If it’s inconvenient, then just forget it. It’s no big deal,” Queenie quickly added, afraid that she might be putting Cecilia in a difficult position. 

Seeing Queenie’s reaction, Cecilia felt somewhat bad. “It’s not my decision to make. It’s someone else’s wedding after all.” 

Upon witnessing Cecilia making an effort to explain, Queenie was deeply touched. 

“I’m not a competent mother, be it as a birth mother or an adoptive one.” Her hands, hanging by her sides, clenched slightly. “As a birth mother, I lost my own daughter. And as an adoptive mother, I spoiled my adoptive daughter so much that she developed a selfish personality.” 

Her eyes were filled with disappointment. “Maybe this is God’s way of punishing me,” she lamented. 

Perhaps this is a testament to blood being thicker than water