Chapter 1958 Too Late To Change The Past


    Seeing Randall so obedient was almost hard for Cecilia to believe. How on earth had her mother managed to keep him in line like that?


    "Go on now," Queenie said again.


    Only then did Randall slowly back out, still smiling politely as he said to Cecilia, "Ceci, I didn''t mean any harm. Take good care of your mom."


    After that, he stepped out of the ward, carefully closing the door behind him.


    As soon as he left, Cecilia rushed to Queenie''s side. "Mom, what''s going on?"


    Queenie gave her a mock stern look. "Why didn''t you tell me something that serious was happening at thepany?"


    Cecilia lowered her head. "I wanted to try and handle it myself first.”


    She''d been worried about Queenie''s health and was afraid the stress might cause her to fall ill again.


    Queenie understood but still said, "I''m not scolding you. I just want you to rely on me more."


    "Okay," Cecilia replied with a nod.


    "My health''s been going downhill, and there''s only so much more I can do to help you," Queenie admitted, taking Cecilia''s hand. "If you don''t keep me in the loop, I might not even realize something''s wrong. Randall''s just taking advantage of the fact that you''re young and I''m unwell to act recklessly. But really, you don''t have to be afraid of him. He can''t do anything serious."


    Cecilia looked puzzled. "What do you mean?"


    Queenie smiled. "Because I''ve got some dirt on him.”


    After a brief pause, she added, "So if anything happens at thepany, tell me right away. I don''t lose my cool easily."


    Hearing that, Cecilia realized she''d been worrying for no reason. After everything Queenie had faced, something like this was barely a blip on her radar.


    "Mom, what kind of dirt do you have on him?" Cecilia asked.


    Queenie waved the question off and called in Caliste.


    "I''ve had Ms. Newton document several things about the senior management at thepany. We''ve got solid proof. I''ll have her hand it all over to you. With this in hand, none of them will dare to pulb anything again."


    Caliste added, "Ms. Smith, I''ll help you however I can."


    Queenie went on, "But remember, this kind of help is only temporary. Eventually, you''ll need to prove yourself. You''ve got to show them my daughter isn''t someone to be underestimated."


    "Got it," Cecilia responded.


    What Cecilia needed most right now was time. Without time to properly manage thepany, everything else would fall apart.


    After a long conversation, she had slowly begun to absorb Queenie''s teachings. Cecilia caught on quickly. Even the slightest nudge from Queenie and she understood what to do.


    As soon as Cecilia left to grab


    dinner, Caliste sighed. "Ms. Smith has so much potential. If she''d been raised under your guidance from the start, she would''ve aplished great things by now."


    Queenie nodded in agreement. "Well, it''s toote to change the past."


    Lately, Magnus had been feeling depressed. Ever since fleeing Tud, things had


    gone downhill fast, and he was almost broke.


    He was holed up in a hotel, but he''d already run out of money to cover the bill.


    Out of options, Magnus pulled out his phone and called Heather. "Granny."


    "Sweetie, you finally called! Where are you? Please pay your uncle back soon. He''s furious with me. Said he''ll kick me out if I can''t repay him. That heartless man!" Heather''s worried voice crackled through the phone.