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.

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 from birth and

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…’

suddenly turned oppressive upon hearing Martha’s

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

of

only ever

not at all. He was far from the perfect match she had envisioned for

center when her phone buzzed. It

text message, momentarily lost in thought, before replying:

just a

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

“Let’s

Nathaniel, couldn’t resist asking about Cecilia. “How’s the little deaf girl

“Don’t mention her anymore. Tomorrow,

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

Others joined in.

that night. Zachary had reserved all the drinks. In private, he said to Stella, “I can tell that

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

That was true.

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

same car when they had an accident. By chance, Cecilia stumbled

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

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

was a secret even Cecilia didn’t know—only

Nathaniel chose Stella out of love, and everyone assumed Zachary’s affection for Stella was due to her charm. Little did they know, his

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

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