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.

began, pleading. “Please, show her mercy. Stop hurting her.

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 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

turned oppressive upon

me with money not satisfy her? Now she’s playing the victim?” His voice was

it coming, all of

had only ever heard

at all. He was far from the

center when her phone buzzed. It was a message

stared at the text message, momentarily lost in thought, before replying:

just a single

it caught Nathaniel’s eye immediately. Fine! Let’s see how long you can keep this act up, he thought, completely losing his motivation to work. He called someone out

arrived. “Let’s drink till we

asking about Cecilia.

handsome brows slightly. “Don’t mention

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

Others joined in.

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

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

That was true.

financial support from the Smith family. When she went to express her gratitude, she happened to meet Nathaniel, who was visiting at the

the hospital. Nathaniel’s mother, Elena, and Zachary were in the same car when they had an

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, Nathaniel chose her to be his

even

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

are you being so formal with me? Aren’t we friends?” Zachary looked at

bit of alcohol. Stella offered to take him