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.

air were the wind and the rain. When Calvin reached her and took hold of her,

hands, Calvin

She’s so light!

to her, panic rising in his chest. “Cecilia, wake

his way down the

we’ve arrived,” the driver announced as

saw an unfamiliar man holding… Cecilia. Her anger

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

was about to ask what had happened, but then her gaze fell on the medicine bottle that had been carried by the wind. She

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 of giving birth

from Paula’s grasp, landing on the ground. She clenched the medicine bottle in her hand, staring at Cecilia in disbelief,

with rage. “Your life was given by me!” Her red lips quivered as she

mother standing in the rain, staring down at the cemetery. He had no idea what was going on but

hadn’t expected Cecilia

composure, he was somewhat panicked, “Mom, what should I do? I’ve used