When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 1950 Crying To Get Her Way

Cecilia knew exactly what kind of person Heather was. If she got a taste of success that day, there was no telling how many more times she'd show up at their door.

Elena understood this too, but she found herself in a tough spot and lowered her voice. "But what are we supposed to do? It doesn't feel right to throw them out!"

"Then let's call the police," Cecilia suggested.

Elena stared at her in disbelief.

Heather, standing nearby, looked stunned. "You insolent girl, what did you just say? I'm your grandmother!"

"I don't share any blood with Paula, and you're not my grandmother. You've never shown me a shred of affection," Cecilia replied coldly.

Heather's face contorted as she pointed at Cecilia, too shaken to speak.

But Cecilia didn't spare her a moment's pity. "When I came earlier, I recorded everything. Fifty million. You're trying to extort fifty million. Do you know that's jail time?" Cecilia held up her phone.

Heather never imagined Cecilia would actually record her. "Ungrateful girl! After everything my daughter's done for you, now you're siding with outsiders?"

"This is my mother-in-law. You're the outsider. If Paula hadn't taken me in, I would've reported you already. You sure you want to keep making a scene?" Cecilia said, her tone calm and steady.

Heather faltered. She stood there, fists clenched, unsure of what to do next, until the only thing she could do was burst into tears.

"Why is my life so miserable?" she wailed. "My daughter died so young, and now my own granddaughter wants to send me to jail!"

Her sobs drew surprised glances from several of the housekeepers.

Elena felt uneasy and tugged at Cecilia's hand. "Let it go. It's just fifty million. Think of it as helping out a beggar."

Cecilia frowned. "Mom, we can't give in like this."

What's the big deal about fifty million? Sure, for the Rainsworth family, it isn't a huge amount. But for a regular household, that kind of money is a lifetime's worth of earnings. Why should this woman always get her way by crying? Are we supposed to fork over fifty million every time she throws a tantrum?

"Then what do you suggest we do?"noveldrama

"Mom, just go back to your room and get some rest," Cecilia said. "I'll handle this."

Elena could only nod and leave it all in Cecilia's hands before heading inside.

Once she was gone, Cecilia instructed the housekeepers to return to their tasks, leaving Heather to herself.

"Understood."

All of them dispersed. Now it was just Cecilia and Heather left out front.

Heather was still immersed in her performance, completely unaware that her audience had vanished. She sniffled and looked around. "Why'd you send them away?"

Cecilia looked at her flatly. "Ma'am, not everyone has time to waste like you do."

Heather's face flushed with embarrassment.

“All right, Cecilia, you think you're

scaring me off? I'm not going

anywhere. I'll just wait. If no one

comes out, that means the

Rainsworths won't have any guests

at all."

Cecilia sat down on a stone bench, her expression calm. "Fine. Stay if you want. I'll keep you company."

And just like that, she took a seat and pulled out her phone to check for any work tasks she hadn't finished.

Heather kept crying at first, her voice nearly cracking. But when she realized no one was paying her any attention, she quieted down and glanced at Cecilia.

Cecilia, catching her stare, said coolly, "Go on. Keep crying."

Heather was momentarily speechless.

"You really gonna be this heartless? No matter what, you're still Magnus' sister. He's in trouble now, and instead of helping him, you're kicking him while he's down?" Heather tried guilt-tripping her.

"How exactly am I kicking him while he's down? Chelsea stole his money, shouldn't you be going after Chelsea instead of showing up at my door? You're doing this because you think I'm an easy target, aren't you?" Cecilia called it like it was.