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

Chapter 33 Her Return

Inside the first–class cabin of the plane, Cecilia gazed out the window at the white clouds, her mind drifting back to four years ago.

Back then, she was utterly disheartened and sought Calvin’s assistance to fake her death and flee the country. Later on, while abroad, she prematurely gave birth to a pair of twins.

Everything had been going smoothly until an unfortunate turn of events in March. Her younger son, Elliot Smith, who was already in poor health due to being born prematurely, was diagnosed with a malignant hematopoietic stem cell disease – commonly known as leukemia.

The doctor informed Cecilia that blood disorders could be treated through the transplantation of hematopoietic stem cells derived from umbilical cord blood.

Hence, for the past few months, Cecilia had been constantly scheming, trying to find a way to acquire Nathaniel’s sperm.

Regrettably, she had failed.

The sooner the transplant treatment, the better. Thus, Cecilia had no choice but to return home to obtain it herself!

If it weren’t for Elliot, she would have never returned to that place, nor would she have sought out Nathaniel again!

Before the airplane took off, Cecilia received a message from Vivian Kennedy, her best friend.

Vivian: I’ll be a bit tied up lately, but once I’m back, we’ll sort out Nathaniel together. We also need to teach that pretentious b*tch Stella a lesson.

Vivian was a friend whom Cecille had met back in university. Later, she went abroad for further studies, and as Cecille got married, their communication dwindled.

chanced upon her when she

a sense of warmth filled Cecilia’s heart. She

shut off her

Tudela, it was always

from the plane, it was already seven in the evening. As she looked around at the place that was both familiar

airport, a luxurious Lincoln pulled up

the driver got out of the car, he respectfully opened the door. “Ms. Smith,

the trouble,

you’re a friend of Mr. Reese, so there’s no need for formalities. He’s

was referring

remained oblivious to the fact that he had simply been modest when he

fair to say he had fingers in every pie. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to

Cecilia was gazing at the passing

had passed, yet Tudela hadn’t changed much. Perhaps the only noticeable

prosperity. She was more than just a singer now, having become a top–tier

eyes

hour later, the vehicle came to a halt within a villa district known as Ninth

and even at night, the view was pleasing to

Cecilia immediately called Martha