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

Chapter 28 Died At A Young Age

“Martha has had it rough. She doesn’t have daughters of her own, and the child she raised with such difficulty is gone just like that.”

“Isn’t it a shame? I still remember Cecilia, such a smart and sensible girl. How could she have passed away so young?”

“The life of the rich isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. The last time I saw Cecilia, she seemed like a different person, so thin she looked like she could be blown away by the wind.”

“Martha and Cecilia always talked about how wonderful her husband was, but that was just deceiving themselves. Three years of marriage, and he never once came back with her…”

As Nathaniel listened to this, he felt a lump in his throat.

The entire day passed without Martha or Cecilia returning.

Nathaniel leaned against a wooden chair, dozing off lightly, only to be startled awake after a short while.

He had dreamed of Cecilia’s death again.

When he opened his eyes and looked around, it was dark and silent. Cecilia wasn’t there.

In that moment, he truly felt like Cecilia was never coming back.

Late at night, around ten o’clock, Martha’s neighbors were brought into her brick house for “questioning.”

They were surrounded by a crowd of bodyguards that made the small house feel even more cramped.

“Where are they?”

The people there had never seen such a scene before. They stood nervously with their heads lowered, not daring to look at Nathaniel, who sat at the head of the room with a cold and imposing presence.

“The night before last, I heard Martha crying, so I went to check, and that’s when I found out Cecilia had died.“.

“Young people passing away is never a good thing, so they cremated her and buried her that very night.”

Buried that very night…

Nathaniel’s dark eyes flickered.

the burial, Martha

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others nodded in agreement

then asked them where Calvin

exchanged looks, unsure

an orphan who was taken

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lightning and filled with the rumble of thunder. The rural roads were awash with mud, making

traverse.

Rainsworth, how about we go to the

running around, Mason was

Nathaniel glanced at him.

the umbrella as he followed behind,

Cecilia, so why is he

the lonely

tightened, and he stopped

eternity, he

she was alive, he wanted to see her in person. If she was dead,

was dead without

the pitch–black night, Nathaniel stood with a cold expression, silently watching as the

Finally, a bodyguard stepped forward holding

“Mr. Rainsworth.”

stood straight, his expression unreadable in

“Take it back.”

the way back, Nathaniel was