When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel)

Chapter 16 Desperate Measures

The other will was left for Martha, When Calvin opened it, he found an address written in the very last line.

Without wasting a moment, he dashed out of the room, his long strides carrying him quickly toward the car.

The drive to the western suburbs wasn’t far–just over twenty minutes–but it felt like an eternity to Calvin.

He couldn’t understand how someone who had once shone so brightly, radiant as light itself, could choose such a dark path.

Meanwhile, Paula was also on her way to the western suburbs, driven by the intent to secure three hundred million by fetching Cecilia for the wedding.

At the cemetery on the western outskirts, the rain poured down mercilessly.

Cecilia lay collapsed in front of her father’s tombstone, the relentless downpour soaking her through. Her long dress clung to her frail frame, and she lay there, delicate as a wisp of duckweed, as if she might vanish from the world at any moment.

In the midst of the drizzle, Calvin quickened his pace, rushing toward Cecilia.

“Cecilia!” he called out, but there was no response.

the wind and the rain. When Calvin reached her and

Calvin scooped

She’s so light!

her, panic rising in his chest. “Cecilia, wake up! Whatever you do, don’t

wasting any time, he began making his way down the mountain, carrying her as

announced as they

an unfamiliar man holding… Cecilia. Her anger

snapped as she stepped out of the car, holding an

the hem now drenched, Paula marched forward with an impatient expression, ready to confront her daughter tightly shut. Paula

the medicine bottle that had been carried by the wind. She quickly picked it

remembered Cecilia’s words from a few days ago. “If I were to return my life to you, would you cease to be my mother? Would I no longer owe you the debt

umbrella slipped from Paula’s grasp, landing on the ground. She clenched the medicine bottle in her hand, staring at Cecilia in disbelief, her eyes wet with tears she could no longer

How dare you do this!” Paula’s voice trembled with rage. “Your life was given

rain, staring down at the cemetery. He had

hadn’t expected

composure, he was somewhat panicked, “Mom, what should I do? I’ve used all of Mr. Larke’s