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.

she was a child,” she began, pleading. “Please, show her mercy. Stop hurting

would often secretly call me, crying, saying, ‘Martha, I don’t want to be Ms. Smith anymore. I want

oppressive upon hearing Martha’s

money not satisfy her? Now she’s playing the victim?” His

all of it!” He

ever heard

realized then that he wasn’t good for her, not at all. He was far from the perfect

It was a message

text message, momentarily lost in thought,

was just a

act up, he thought, completely losing his motivation to work. He called someone out

nightclub, Stella had also arrived. “Let’s

couldn’t resist asking about Cecilia. “How’s the little deaf girl

handsome brows slightly. “Don’t

hearing this, Stella poured him a glass of wine. “Nathaniel, here’s to celebrating your

Others joined in.

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

Without your help, I might not

That was true.

family. When she went to

four years ago at the hospital. Nathaniel’s mother, Elena, and Zachary were in the same car when they had an accident.

was why Zachary was so kind to her, and their relationship had evolved from gratitude to friendship and even

having many women pursuing him, Nathaniel chose

a secret even Cecilia didn’t know—only

Stella was due to her charm. Little did they know, his fondness

Zachary looked at her with undeniable affection.

had consumed quite a bit of alcohol. Stella