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 didn’t want her

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,

turned oppressive upon hearing Martha’s choked

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

coming, all of it!”

had only ever

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

on her way back to the city center when her phone buzzed. It was a message from Nathaniel:

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

just a single

caught Nathaniel’s eye immediately. Fine! Let’s see how long you can keep this act up,

the nightclub, Stella had also arrived. “Let’s drink till we drop today,” she

asking about

handsome brows slightly. “Don’t mention

this, Stella poured him a glass of wine.

Others joined in.

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

thank you. Without your help, I

That was true.

had initially met Nathaniel after receiving financial support from the Smith family. When she went to express her gratitude, she

were in the same car when they had an accident. By chance, Cecilia stumbled upon the scene and managed to save

she found a way to take credit for Cecilia’s life-saving favor. That was why Zachary was so kind to her, and their relationship had evolved from gratitude to friendship

why, despite having many women pursuing him, Nathaniel chose

secret even

believed Nathaniel chose Stella out of love, and everyone assumed Zachary’s affection for Stella was due

are you being so formal with me? Aren’t we friends?” Zachary looked at her with undeniable affection. However, Stella pretended not

bit of alcohol. Stella offered to take him

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