When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 745 Favoring One Over The Other

Upon hearing her words, the woman instantly understood why the caregiver had mocked her earlier “Ma’am, you ought to watch your words,”

Paula dismissed it without a second thought, scoffed coldly, and no longer paid attention to the

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In her view, people of such low status were simply not worthy of conversing with her.

The woman, finding her unresponsive, felt bored and chose not to continue.

During lunchtime, the caregiver came over once again, bringing food for Paula.

If not for her family’s financial struggles, she would have never subjected herself to serving this woman, who had no sense of decency.

“Let’s eat.”

The caregiver meticulously spread out the dishes.

Paula glanced at the food, noticing it wasn’t much different from what she’d had before, and only then did she pick up her fork.

The woman in the bed next to her hadn’t had anyone come to bring her food yet. Paula couldn’t help but mock, “Not even a caregiver in sight.”

The woman didn’t seem bothered, engrossed in her phone as she was,

Before long, the door to the sickroom was pushed open.

“Mom, I’m sorry. I had to work late today,” a young woman in her twenties apologized, arriving at the older woman’s side with a toddler in tow.

The woman’s face was filled with a gentle smile as she said, “Don’t worry, I’m not hungry!

The toddler called out to her sweetly, “Grandma.”

“Hello darling, have you been good today?”

“Of course

The young woman gently placed the kid on a chair She held the older woman’s hand, saying, “Caandria. Tzandna, you need to get better soon.

I will surely grebetter soon. When the time comes, how about I accompany joy sweet grundid to preschool, does that sound good?”

“Skay”

The kid agreed without hesitation.

Paula barely glanced in their direction before returning to the food in her bowl, which had suddenly lost its flavor.

Nearby, the woman’s daughter had personally made chicken soup for her. Work commitments had brought the family together here to share a meal.

Since it was Friday, the preschool didn’t provide lunch for the kid.From NôvelDrama.Org.

The young woman quickly finished her meal, then proceeded to give her mother a massage. before she had to take her child home.

As she was leaving, the woman said regretfully, “Mom, please take care of yourself here. I’ll come to see you again tonight.”

The woman nodded. “All right, don’t rush on your way back. Take your time riding your bike, okay?”

“Sure, I will.”

Though they weren’t well off, the home was filled with warmth, where a loving mother and her devoted children shared a close bond.

A thought flickered through Paula’s mind.

If she had treated Cecilia kindly, then the treatment the mother next to her received would be hers now, wouldn’t it?

Cecilia would definitely bring her grandson to visit and take care of her.

Paula completely lost her appetite. “I can’t eat anymore, just feed it to the dogs.”

The caregiver had been looking after Paula for a while now, and understood that her longing was for the mother–daughter bond she saw in others.

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“I’l this in the fridge. If you get hungry later, just heat it up and eat. Your food expenses has been cut in half. You won’t be able to enjoy all these in the future,” the caregiver said.

Paula was once again astonished.

Forger whether the Evans family was wealthy or not–the money she had given Cassandra was enough to guarantee her a lifeume in a VIP hospital suite, never having to worry about food or colung again

“How could she do this

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“Impossible, Cassandra is my own flesh and blood,” Paula reiterated.

“What about that young lady from last time? She seemed much friendlier than your dancer daughter.”

“Don’t mention her!”

Paula was infuriated every time she thought of Cecilia. If it weren’t for her lawsuit, she would still be living the life of a wealthy woman.

“Why do you favor one daughter over the other? I bet if you let that young lady take care of you, she wouldn’t be stingy.” The caregiver casually commented.

She had lived for most of her life, and her judgement of people was still accurate.

Upon hearing her words, an idea suddenly occurred to Paula.