When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 701

Chapter 701 Candid Words
“Mom, you wet yourself again?” Cassandra exclaimed in disgust.

Paula's face flushed with embarrassment. Awkwardly, she pulled up the blanket, hoping to mask the unpleasant smell.

Upon seeing her in such a state, Cassandra couldn't bear it any longer. “Mom, given your current state, why are you afraid of the divorce?”

You don't have long, and I don't want you to burden me before your death.

Despite what was on her mind, Cassandra dared not express it.

Paula was extremely embarrassed. “You guys go back first. I need some time to think it through.”

“Make up your mind quickly. If you take too long, Cecilia will have taken all the money away.”

Cassandra didn't wish to stay here any longer either, so she left with her father.

After they were gone, the caregiver immediately came in.

“Mdm. Paula, are you alright? Should I call a doctor?”

Paula's eyes were somewhat red as she shook her head. “No need. Could you just change the sheets for me?”

She seldom showed her vulnerability in front of strangers.

The caregiver first helped her up, then went to change the sheets. However, the spot where she had wet the bed was stained bright red.

Despite having cared for numerous patients, the nurse was taken aback by the sight. She exclaimed, “There's so much blood!”

Upon looking over, Paula narrowed her eyes.

“Quick, get the doctor!”

She was still afraid of death.

The doctor and nurse arrived swiftly, and upon witnessing the scene before them, they didn't look surprised.

The nurse informed Paula, “Mdm. Paula, please stay calm. Given the advanced stage of your illness, it's quite normal to have blood in your urine.”

“I looked it up. Does this mean I have less time to live?” Paula clutched at the nurse's uniform.

“Actually, I can tell that the young lady who came yesterday was not an ungrateful person. I could see affection for you in her eyes.”

The girl from yesterday... Cecilia?

When Paula thought of Cecilia, she couldn't help but scoff, “How can that be? How could she possibly have any affection for me? I've never shown her a kind face since she was a child.”

“She's not mine—”

At this point, Paula fell silent.

Paula said to the caregiver, “Don't spout nonsense. If it wasn't for her, Cassandra wouldn't have even thought of suggesting divorce. I despised her, wishing she would just drop dead right in front of me.”

The caregiver was perplexed. They are both her daughters, so why does she harbor such resentment toward the girl from yesterday?

“Alright, you think however you want. I personally believe that the lady we met yesterday isn't someone wicked.”

Instead, she felt that Cassandra, who came earlier, was the cunning one.

Despite her objection to the caregiver's opinion, Paula was still unsettled by the words. After she had taken her medicine and undergone treatment, she seized the opportunity when the caregiver was at rest to slip out unnoticed.