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Chapter 1233
Chapter 1233 Passed Down From His Mother
Cecilia was already familiar with Adrian’s situation. Nathaniel had taken care of him, so she wasn’t too curious about the details.
However, her mind wandered back to the previous night when someone had tried to crash into their car. She wanted to know who was behind it.
Reflecting on it, Cecilia figured Nathaniel had probably already investigated the matter.
And, sure enough, Nathaniel had made a visit to the hospital that morning. Though it was framed as a visit to check on Adrian, the real reason was to send a clear warning to Adrian’s family–no more tricks.
Miranda had been so frightened that her legs almost gave out beneath her.
Deep down, Robert was nervous too, but he refused to admit that he had any part in trying to harm Nathaniel. Instead, he tried to appease him, saying, “Nathaniel, we’re family. Why would I want to hurt you?”
Miranda chimed in nervously, “Of course, Nathaniel, both Adrian and I wish you a speedy recovery. We’re ali family here.”
Nathaniel stared at the two, irritated by their cowardice “Don’t let it happen again,” he warned, his tone cold as he walked our of the hospital room.
The air inside the room felt suffocating. Adrian clutched his father’s hand, his voice trembling. “Dad, I’m really scared.”
“Don’t worry, son. I’m here. He won’t do anything to you,” Robert replied, though a trace of doubt lingered in his voice. He didn’t fully understand the extent of Nathaniel’s influence.
Miranda, watching the weak display of her husband and son, felt a sense of disappointment creeping into, her heart.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.
She needed some air. As soon as she stepped out of the hospital room, her phone buzzed with a message from Cassandra.
Cassandra: Are you at the office?
Miranda: No, I’m at the hospital with Adrian. Is something wrong?
Cassandra: It’s nothing, just checking in.
Miranda: You haven’t been in the office much lately. Is the pregnancy getting tough? I don’t mean to pry, but you should be careful. Our Adrian was hurt by that horrible Cecilia.
Cassandra, knowing exactly what Miranda was doing, replied calmly: Don’t worry, Nicholas is different from Adrian. I trust his character.
After sending the message, Cassandra cut off the conversation. She had no interest in feeding into Miranda’s games.
But Miranda, seeing Cassandra’s dismissive response, sneered. She continued typing, not ready to let it go: Many honest people make mistakes. After all, Cecilia was Nicholas‘ first love. A man’s first love is something that never
The words hit Cassandra like a cold wave, sending a chill through her.
At that moment, she was standing in a hospital out of town, waiting while Dylan was being treated. That day was set aside for Dylan’s health checks, and Cassandra had no choice but to accompany him.
Queenie was there too, pacing anxiously outside the treatment room.
“Mom, please sit down. Dylan’s going to be fine, Cassandra urged, watching Queenie’s nervous pacing.
“I’m fine,” Queenie replied, waving off her daughter’s concern. “I just hate seeing Dylan go through this. He’s so young.
“Yeah, who knows where he got it from,” Cassandra sighed,
No one in Queenie’s family had diabetes. Queenie had done her own digging, and she knew that her former lover had no medical history that suggested anything like this.
Could it be that Dylan inherited this from his father’s side?
As her thoughts wandered, the door to the treatment room finally opened, and the doctor stepped out.
“It’s Type 2 diabetes,” the doctor explained, “We’ve determined that it’s most likely inherited from the mother, as there’s a history of high blood sugar in the direct relatives.”
Cassina emerged from the room with weary eyes and a heavy heart. “This is all my fault,” she said quietly. “The doctor warned me when I was pregnant with Dylan. But I insisted on having him, and now he has to suffer because of me.
At that moment, Queenie’s mind cleared, and she fixated on the doctor’s words. Dylan’s condition had been passed down from his mother.