Chapter 907

Carole shook her head with amusement at the thought of Lindsey.

She had believed Lindsey would be her biggest opponent but never expected her to be defeated so miserably.

Lindsey seemed to be weaker than she had imagined.

To preempt future issues, Carole resolved to seek Reece’s assistance as planned.

She aimed to tarnish Lindsey’s reputation so that Lindsey could never rival her again.

With a chuckle, Carole went back to her room to get some sleep.

The next day, upon Lindsey’s return to the company, Nancy informed her, “Several partners backed down from termination threats after learning about the lawsuit, However, a few are still stubborn.

”

Lindsey responded coolly, “Mr.

Reece Barton agreed to act as our lawyer.

”

Nancy shot up in surprise.

“That’s wonderful! With him on board, we are guaranteed to win those cases!”

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Lindsey offered a gentle smile.

“Nancy, I need you to manage things here today.

I have to visit my mom, then I have a meeting with Mr.

Barton this afternoon.

”

“Sure, go ahead,” Nancy agreed cheerfully.

Confident with Nancy at the helm, Lindsey tackled some basic tasks before rushing to the hospital.

On her way, she picked up the pre-ordered birthday cake.

It was her mother’s favorite.

It was Juanita’s first birthday since their long separation.

Despite her mother’s unconscious state, Lindsey refused to let the day pass unmarked.

Entering the ward, she saw Leonel sitting beside Juanita’s bed.

He turned at the door opening, then withdrew his gaze.

His voice remained cold.

“I didn’t expect you to remember Mom’s birthday.

”

Lindsey approached and placed the cake on the table.

“I remember yours too, Leonel,” she said, looking at him.

Leonel’s hardened expression softened slightly.

He didn’t challenge her.

With a sigh, he stood, looked at the cake, and opened the box.

He inserted candles, grabbed a stool, placed the cake on it, and nudged it closer to Juanita.

“Let’s sing Mom ‘Happy Birthday’.

Maybe she can hear us.

” Leonel lit the candles and met Lindsey’s gaze.

“Alright.

”

Sitting on the bed’s edge, Lindsey held Juanita’s hand and began singing softly, “Happy birthday to you.

Happy birthday to you…”

Tears welled up as she sang, but she blinked them away.

It was

Juanita’s birthday; she wouldn’t cry today.

She forced a smile.

After the song, Leonel blew out the candles.

He dipped a fork in the frosting and touched it to Juanita’s lips, mimicking a taste.

Lindsey sniffed and tucked her mother’s hand back under the covers.

Her eyes caught a flicker of movement in Juanita’s pinky finger.