When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel)

Chapter 3 Last Will

“You probably haven’t tasted the sweetness of love yet, have you? You know, when Nathaniel was with me, he would cook for me, and whenever I fell sick, he would be the first one to rush to my side. He once told me the most tender words, ‘Stella, I hope you’re always happy…’ Ceci, did Nathaniel ever tell you he loved you? He used to tell me all the time, but I always thought he was childish…”

Silently, Cecilia listened, reflecting on the years she had spent with Nathaniel over the past three years.

He had never once stepped foot into the kitchen.

When she was ill, he never once expressed a word of concern.

As for love, he had never spoken of it.

Cecilia calmly looked at her. “Are you done talking?”

Stella was taken aback.

Perhaps it was due to Cecilia’s overwhelming calmness or her piercingly clear eyes that seemed to see into one’s soul.

She remained in a daze until the moment Cecilia left.

For some unknown reason, at that moment, Stella seemed to have returned to her initial state—a poor orphan who had to rely on the charity of the Smith family.

Behind the image of the Smith family’s daughter, she was always playing the fool.

Of course, Cecilia couldn’t possibly remain indifferent to what Stella had said.

She had pursued the man she adored for twelve years, only to discover that he too had once passionately loved someone else with the innocence of a child.

Her ear began to throb with pain again. When she reached up to remove her hearing aid, she noticed blood staining it.

She habitually wiped off the blood from it, setting the hearing aid aside.

Unable to fall asleep, she unlocked her phone and tapped into Instagram.

She saw one post after another, all tagging her.

Upon opening it, she found it was filled with photos posted by Stella, visible only to her.

The first photo was a snapshot of Stella and Nathaniel from their university days. They stood side by side, with Nathaniel’s eyes radiating a gentle warmth.

The second photo was a record of their conversation. Nathaniel affectionately wrote: Ella, happy birthday. I will make you the happiest person in the world.

The third photo was of Nathaniel and Stella, hand in hand, leisurely strolling along the beach, their backs to the camera.

fourth photo, the fifth, the sixth, and countless more were so overwhelming that they

to continue scrolling, swiftly

felt the need to give

penned a

endured the darkness, but that

following day, she habitually

and gone, and Nathaniel still hadn’t returned, that Cecilia realized she had forgotten his earlier mention of

would not return, so she sat alone

don’t

impatient voice rang

her eyes, only

apologized. “I’m sorry, I

Again, those same words…

at her, his

as usual, a

penniless, suggesting he had

didn’t you forget that we got married? Why didn’t you forget yourself? You can’t bear to leave me, can you? You can’t let go of the Rainsworth family’s wealth! You can’t stand the thought

like a knife, piercing straight

gaze. “Nathaniel, I

always cared about

chuckled, his laugh laced

what’s the story behind your mother coming to my office this morning, asking me to

Cecilia was bewildered.

cold, black eyes and realized that his anger wasn’t from the

didn’t bother engaging in idle

and keep the Smith family stable,

to grab something. Once he

approached her instead, a stark contrast to her earlier indifference. She gently took Cecilia’s hand and said, “Ceci, you should beg Nathaniel. Ask him to

listening intently as

has already told me that in these past three years, Nathaniel never laid a

final straw that broke the camel’s

never true empathy, only individual interests

couldn’t comprehend why Nathaniel would disclose this matter

truly

suddenly felt

“Mom, let go.”

in confusion. “What did you

I want