I Will Not Go To Jail Queenie was seated on the bed, her face devoid of color. Hearing Cassandra still calling her “mom,” she now only felt a sense of nausea.

“Cassandra, haven’t I told you already? I’m no longer your mother.”

Immediately, Cassandra knelt down and crawled toward Queenie’s bed. “Mom, no matter what, you’re still my mother. You raised me all on your own. They say the kindness of upbringing is greater than anything else, right?”

Queenie scoffed, “The kindness of upbringing is greater than anything else? Do you even have the right to say that? When you tampered with my food and drink, did you ever consider these words or the kindness I showed you?”

Cassandra sobbed, “Mom, I was just young and naive. I truly realize my mistake now and deeply regret it.”

This was hardly a case of genuine remorse. It was clear that she had been backed into a corner and had no choice but to admit her mistakes.

Queenie let out a sigh. “I can forgive you for what you’ve done to me, given our years of mother-daughter bond. But what you should never have done is harm Ceci! She’s my only daughter, and I’ve spent over twenty years searching for her. It was no easy feat to find her again.”