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

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

oppressive upon hearing Martha’s choked

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

of it!” He hung

only ever heard

he wasn’t good for her, not at all. He was far from the perfect match she had envisioned

center when her phone buzzed. It was a message from Nathaniel: Didn’t you mention wanting a

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

was just

long you can keep this act up, he thought,

had also arrived. “Let’s drink till we drop

sitting next to Nathaniel, couldn’t resist asking about Cecilia. “How’s the

slightly. “Don’t

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

Others joined in.

private, he said

Without your help, I might not have even

That was true.

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

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

was why Zachary was so kind to

why, despite having many women pursuing him,

secret even Cecilia didn’t know—only Stella

everyone assumed Zachary’s affection for Stella was due to her charm. Little did they

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

had consumed quite a bit of alcohol. Stella offered to take