When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 1820 One Night Would Not Make A Differenec

That's more like it.

Jonathan nodded in satisfaction. "All right, don't worry, Mommy."

Hearing his reassurance, Cecilia finally felt at ease.

That evening, after freshening up, Cecilia had a brief conversation with Nathaniel. Then, under his dark and brooding gaze, she headed to Queenie's room. "Mom."

Queenie was already lying down, but she wasn't asleep yet. When she saw Cecilia walk in, she looked a little surprised. "Cecilia, what are you doing here?"

Cecilia walked to the edge of the bed and sat down. "Can I sleep with you tonight?" she asked.

Queenie hesitated for a moment, studying Cecilia's face carefully. "You're all grown up now-you shouldn't be sleeping with your mother. You and Nathaniel have finally gotten together. You should focus on your relationship with him."

Cecilia suddenly wrapped her arms around her tightly. "I've been with Nathaniel for so many years—one night won't make a difference. I just want to spend time with you."

"Other kids got to sleep next to their moms when they were little... but I never had that." She said this to convince Queenie to let her stay.

Hearing these words, Queenie felt an even deeper sense of guilt. She raised her slightly wrinkled hand and gently stroked Cecilia's hair. "I'm sorry, my precious daughter."

Cecilia could hear the tremble in her voice and realized she had said the wrong thing. She quickly slid under the blanket and hugged Queenie tightly.

"Mom, don't apologize to me I know you didn't do it on purpose. From now on, let's just be good to each other. No more saying sorry."

Queenie nodded. "All right... all right."

But deep down, she was hurting. She didn't know how much longer she had left. If she could, she wished she could stay by Cecilia's side forever.

Cecilia held her close, and it was only then that she realized how thin Queenie had become. She was nothing but skin and bones.

"Mom..." Cecilia's voice turned hoarse.

"Hm? What is it?"

"No, it's nothing."noveldrama

She pretended not to notice. She had decided she would respect Queenie's wishes. Queenie didn't want to tell her about her illness, so she wouldn't ask.

"Go to sleep," Queenie said. Her voice trembled slightly.

She was in pain again, her forehead covered in a thin layer of sweat. But she didn't dare let it show. She

clenched her teeth and held onton et

Cecilia's hand tightly. Maybe it was because Cecilia was by her side, but despite the sharp pain in her body, she somehow felt better than before.

That night, neither of them got much sleep. Early the next morning, when Cecilia woke up, she saw that Queenie's brows were tightly furrowed, her forehead damp with sweat.

Her heart elenched in worry. She got

up quietly and grabbed a handkerchief, gently wiping the sweat away. Queenie was a light sleeper. She opened her eyes and

met Cecilia's gaze. "Ceci?"

"Mom, you're awake. Did I wake you? You were sweating a lot, so I thought I'd wipe it off for you."

Queenie shook her head. "No," she said. "I woke up on my own."

She quickly added, "Maybe it's because we slept together-it got a little too warm, that's all."

"Yeah." Cecilia nodded, choosing not to expose her.

“I'll go make breakfast. Take your time getting up,” Cecilia said softly, glancing at her pale face.

Queenie nodded. "All right."

Once Cecilia left the room, Queenie slowly putted herself up. She opened the drawer beside her bed, took out a bag, and pulled out several bottles of pills. She grabbed a bottle of water and swallowed them one by one.