When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 1817 Refuse To Admit

Yet, as Cassandra looked at Yuliana in such a state, she felt no guilt whatsoever. "Yuliana, this report could be fake!"

Yuliana grew even more furious. "Do you really think I'd lie about this?"noveldrama

Cassandra's lips curled slightly. "Yuliana, I never thought you'd doubt me this much-going so far as to get the food I made tested." The way she twisted the blame made Yuliana livid.

"How can you say that? Do you even have a conscience? From now on, I won't trust you anymore. Just wait and see," Yuliana said, clenching her fists. "What you did this time will keep you locked up even longer."

Hearing those words, Cassandra dropped her act. "Yuliana, don't say I didn't warn you. I may have made the food, but you were the one who delivered it. If this gets investigated, you'll have some responsibility too. Who's to say you didn't add something on the way?"

She paused before adding in a probing tone, "You really despise Cecilia, don't you? Are you after my mother's inheritance too?"

"You-That's nonsense! I would never!" Yuliana fumed, but Cassandra knew exactly how to push her buttons.

Chuckling, Cassandra said, "Well, you can tell that to the police when the time comes. But I won't be admitting to anything."

Yuliana had no idea how she even managed to walk out of there. Once she stepped outside, she took deep, shaky breaths, her chest aching as if needles were pricking it.

She had come here holding onto a sliver of hope that Cassandra would apologize. But instead, not only did she refuse to admit any wrongdoing, she even tried to shift the blame onto Yuliana.

If Queenie had really died, and an investigation uncovered the cause, Yuliana was sure Cassandra would have pinned it all on her.

How could I have been so stupid? Why did I believe her?

She slapped herself across the face. Crouching down, she covered her face with her hands, feeling utterly lost.

Just then, a car pulled up in front of

her. The window rolled down,

revealing Cecilia's composed yet striking face. It took Yuliana a moment to process before she lifted her head. "Cecilia, what are you doing here?"

Cecilia didn't answer right away. Instead, she stepped out of the car and asked, "Are you okay?"

Yuliana shook her head. "I'm fine... I'm just so angry. I came here to confront Cassandra, but I—" She swallowed hard "I'm just too weak."

Cecilia gently patted her shoulder. "There's no need to waste your energy on someone like that. She won't have an easy time from now on."

Slowly, Yuliana looked up at her, and for the first time, she truly understood who was genuine and who was merely pretending. "Yeah. I get it now."

"Come on, let's go home," Cecilia said.

Yuliana nodded. "Okay."

The two of them got into the car and drove back to the Smith residence. The Jamieson family had been in Tudela for some time now. Since the elders couldn't stay forever, they decided to leave the next day.

But Yuliana spoke up. "Grandpa, Grandma, I want to stay." Bethany looked at her in surprise. "Oh? And why's that?"

"I want to work here," Yuliana said, then turned to Cecilia. "Cecilia, is that okay? I'll start from the bottom,

and I promise I won't be a burden. If I I

necessary, my parents can invest in the company."

Cecilia smiled. "There's no need for all that. If you want to work here, you're welcome anytime."