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.

a child,” she began, pleading. “Please, show her mercy. Stop hurting her. She isn’t as strong as she seems. Mrs. Smith

only taken back when she reached school age… In the Smith family, everyone 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

mood suddenly turned oppressive upon

not satisfy her? Now she’s playing the victim?” His voice was icy cold. “What does it matter to

of it!”

ever heard Cecilia praise

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

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

at the text message, momentarily lost in

just a single

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

the nightclub, Stella had also arrived. “Let’s drink till we

resist asking about Cecilia. “How’s the little

arched his handsome brows slightly. “Don’t mention

Stella poured him a glass of wine. “Nathaniel, here’s

Others joined in.

the drinks. In private, he said to Stella, “I can tell that Nathaniel

you. Without your help, I might not have even met

That was true.

initially met Nathaniel after receiving financial support from the Smith family. When she went

car when they had an accident. By chance,

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

women pursuing him, Nathaniel chose

secret even Cecilia

assumed Zachary’s affection for Stella was due to her charm. Little did they know, his fondness for her stemmed from a

me? Aren’t we friends?” Zachary looked at her with undeniable affection.

quite a bit of alcohol. Stella offered to