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

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

turned oppressive upon

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

coming, all of it!” He hung

had only ever heard Cecilia

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

It was a message from Nathaniel: Didn’t you mention wanting a

text message, momentarily lost

was just a

this act up, he thought, completely losing

also arrived. “Let’s drink till we

Nathaniel, couldn’t resist asking about Cecilia. “How’s

arched his handsome brows slightly. “Don’t

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

Others joined in.

Zachary had reserved all the drinks. In private, he said to Stella, “I can tell that Nathaniel still has feelings for you. You must find

you. Without your help, I might

That was true.

receiving financial support from the Smith family. When she went to express her

were in the same car when

this, 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

was also why, despite having many women pursuing him, Nathaniel chose

secret even Cecilia didn’t

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

with me? Aren’t we friends?” Zachary looked

consumed quite a bit of alcohol. Stella offered to