Novel Square
Chapter 687
Chapter 687 Stop Lying
As expected, Cecilia spotted Cassandra surrounded by a group of people.
Paula, on the other hand, was pushed into a corner by the crowd, looking utterly helpless.
An unusual glint crossed Cecilia’s eyes, but she quickly looked away. “Let’s go.”
“All right.”
Meanwhile, Paula stood awkwardly in the crowd, hoping Cassandra might lend her a hand. However, before she could ask, someone unexpectedly shoved her forward.
She fell hard to the ground. Passersby glanced her way but offered no help.
A sharp pain shot through her abdomen as if she were being stabbed repeatedly. She wanted to get up, but no matter how hard she tried, her body refused to cooperate.
Paula glanced toward Cassandra, only to find her engrossed in signing autographs and taking pictures with fans.
With no other option, she began to muster the strength to climb back on her own. Just then, a voice came from above. “Mdm. Paula, do you need any assistance?”
Paula froze, slowly lifting her head, only to meet Cecilia’s cold, unyielding gaze.
Her pupils contracted, panic surging within her. All she wanted at that moment was to disappear and find a corner where Cecilia couldn’t see her.
“What are you doing here? I don’t need help from someone like you!” Paula shot back, her tone sharp and biting. “You’re just here to mock me, aren’t you?”
A flicker of amusement danced in Cecilia’s eyes, the faintest hint of mockery crossing her face.
Vivian, standing nearby, stepped in to explain, “Mdm. Paula, Ceci and I just happened to beBelonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.
around.”
Paula, however, didn’t believe her words. How could there be such a coincidence?
Despite feeling embarrassed, she glared fiercely at Cecilia. “Stop lying! You really think I don’t know what’s on your mind?”
Upon hearing that, Cecilia let out a cold, mocking laugh. “I’m just curious how your own daughter didn’t bother helping you.”
Cassandra didn’t see me fall” Paula glanced over at Cassandra, but instead of getting angry, she directed her scom at Cecilia. “And don’t even think you can compare yourself to her. She’s a world–renowned dancer! And you? You’re nothing but a cripple, a useless waste of space. Do you think you can compete with her? Someone like you should’ve been dead ages ago.”
It was the first time Vivian had witnessed a mother berating her own daughter so harshly.
Even though her own mother had passed away years ago, she had always loved and cherished her.
The thought that a mother could treat her child this way was unfathomable. Unable to hold back any longer, Vivian spoke up. “Mdm. Paula, do you even realize your daughter is just as exceptional as Cassandra? She’s a renowned composer. Remember when you were begging for her help…”
Before she could finish, Cecilia cut her off sharply. “That’s enough, Vivian.”
Vivian stopped talking.
The earlier surge of anger had almost made Vivian forget that Cecilia’s identity as a composer was still a secret to many in the country.
Paula didn’t take her words seriously at all. Paula scoffed dismissively. “A composer? What a joke! How could someone who’s hearing–impaired compose music? She can’t even listen properly! And you think I’d ever beg her for help? Please, that would never happen.”
Vivian struggled to comprehend how a mother could be heartless toward her daughter.
Even in her current fallen state, Paula spoke with such indifference.
Vivian wanted to defend Cecilia, but Cecilia gently stopped her. “Let’s go, Vivian.”
Vivian nodded in response.
As they turned to leave, Paula, unable to stand on her own, glanced around for help. With no one stepping forward, she reluctantly called out to Cecilia again. “Hey, you. Get over here and help me up.”
Cecilia stopped in her tracks, and Vivian, considering after all it was Cecilia’s biological mother, suggested, “I’ll go help her.”
Once again, Cecilia stopped her from approaching Paula. Without turning to look back, she said, “Don’t worry. Despite her physical limitations, Mdm. Paula is strong–willed. I’m sure she can manage just fine on her own.”