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

Chapter 8 Blood On The Bed

Martha’s voice echoed from the entrance. “Are you awake, Ceci? I’ve made your favorite ravioli. Come eat while the food’s still hot.”

Cecilia’s memories slowly returned with those words.

After leaving Daltonia Villa, she had visited the hospital for a check-up and intended to see Martha after.

Cecilia tapped her forehead, feeling uneasy. When did my memory become so poor?

As she was about to stand, she noticed a large bloodstain on the floral bedsheets where she had slept. She touched her right ear and found it sticky. Opening her hand, she saw it was covered in blood, and even her hearing aids were stained red.

Her eyes flickered with panic as she quickly wiped her ears with a piece of paper and hurriedly pulled off the bedsheet.

Noticing that Cecilia hadn’t come down yet, Martha saw her washing the duvet cover on the balcony. “What’s wrong?” she asked.

“My period came; I accidentally got it on the bed,” Cecilia replied with a laugh.

After washing up, Cecilia joined Martha for breakfast, savoring a moment of tranquility.

Sometimes Martha’s voice was clear; other times, it was faint. Cecilia was terrified, fearing she might never hear it again. She was also afraid of breaking Martha’s heart if she found out.

After spending half a day there, Cecilia discreetly left some savings on the bedside table and bid farewell to Martha.

When she left, Martha escorted her to the station, waving goodbye with reluctance. Only after Cecilia departed did she finally turn back.

On her way back, Martha couldn’t stop thinking of Cecilia’s gaunt figure. She dialed the Rainsworth Group’s internal line. The CEO’s secretary, learning that Martha was looking for Nathaniel and that she was Cecilia’s nanny before, relayed the message.

It was the third day since Cecilia had left, and the first time Nathaniel received a call about her. He sat in his office chair, feeling elated. Just as he’d predicted, Cecilia couldn’t hold on for more than three days.

came through the phone. “Mr. Rainsworth, I’ve been Cecilia’s nanny since she was a child,” she began, pleading. “Please, show her mercy. Stop hurting her. She isn’t as

treated her like a servant, except for Mr. Smith. As a child, she would often secretly call me, crying, saying, ‘Martha, I don’t want to be Ms. Smith anymore. I want to come back, to be your daughter…’ You and Mr. Smith were the only ones she cherished in Tudela. Please, treat her well. She’s lived too humbly from her childhood

mood suddenly turned oppressive upon

the matter? Did shaming me with money not satisfy her? Now she’s playing the victim?” His voice was icy cold. “What does it matter

had it coming, all of it!”

ever

wasn’t good for her, not at all. He was

and on her way back to the city center when her phone buzzed. It was a message from Nathaniel: Didn’t you mention wanting a

at the text message, momentarily

just

see how long you can keep this act up, he thought, completely losing his motivation to work. He called someone out for

arrived. “Let’s drink

next to Nathaniel, couldn’t resist asking about Cecilia.

brows slightly. “Don’t mention her anymore.

this, Stella poured him a glass of wine. “Nathaniel,

Others joined in.

that night. Zachary had reserved all the drinks. In private, he said to Stella, “I

nodded. “Zachary, thank you. Without your help, I might not have even

That was true.

she went to express her

the same car when they had an accident. By chance, Cecilia stumbled

Stella discovered this, she found a way to take credit for Cecilia’s life-saving favor. That was why

also why, despite having many women pursuing him,

even Cecilia didn’t

Zachary’s affection for Stella was due to her

me? Aren’t we friends?” Zachary looked at her

a bit of alcohol.