What Should I Do Without any hesitation, Queenie nodded and said, “Of course I’m sure. You’re my very own daughter!”

Cecilia’s preconceived notions about her began to fade away when she heard that.

She pulled out her phone, scrolling through the information she had looked up a few days earlier, and handed it to Queenie.

“This is evidence of Cassandra embezzling company assets during her time at the company.”

Had Queenie not expressed herself in such a way, Cecilia might not have shown her the evidence so quickly.

Queenie slowly read through it. By the time she finished, her heart had turned cold.

For all these years, she had truly nurtured an ungrateful wretch.