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 air were the wind and the rain. When Calvin reached her and took hold of her, he noticed the empty medicine bottle lying

Calvin

She’s so light!

to her, panic rising in his chest. “Cecilia, wake up! Whatever you do,

time, he began making his way down the mountain,

we’ve arrived,” the driver announced as they pulled up

and saw an unfamiliar

got some nerve, Cecilia!” Paula snapped as she stepped out of the car, holding an umbrella against the pouring

red gown, the hem now drenched, Paula marched forward with an impatient expression, ready to confront

had been carried by the wind. She quickly picked it up and saw the large characters on

days ago. “If I were to return my life to you, would you cease to be my mother? Would I no

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 distinguish from the

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

standing in the rain, staring down at the cemetery. He had no idea what was going on but rushed over, only to be stunned

expected Cecilia would

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