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

Chapter 113 Chose To Delude Himself

“I’m sorry.”

Mason had always stayed well within the lines of propriety. He only cautioned Nathaniel this time because he didn’t want the man to harbor any regrets in the future.

Over the past four to five years since Cecilia’s disappearance, he knew of the changes in Nathaniel better than anyone else.

Nathaniel didn’t blame him either and returned to the house after watching him leave.

At that moment, Cecilia had just received a call from Vivian, who informed her that she had been released in the middle of the night yesterday.

“Ceci, did you go to seek Nathaniel out?” Vivian felt that something was off. She had tried calling Ceci last night, but no one answered.

“Yeah, I spoke of this matter with him yesterday,” Cecilia admitted without holding anything back.

“Did he give you a hard time, then?” Vivian’s voice carried a hint of anxiety.

“No.”

Upon seeing that Nathaniel had returned, Cecilia said, “I’ll chat with you again in a bit.”

She then ended the call.

Nathaniel walked in. “Who called?”

“My friend, Vivian.”

Then, Cecilia stood up and looked at him. “Where’s Eli? I want to see him. His health has always. been poor, so he can’t be without a doctor.”

a medical team where he

he

son, and I must see

about something, no amount

part

would

be told, she was

believe her and conduct a paternity test with Elliot. If so, he would know that she was lying, and Elliot was his

make sure you get to see him. Don’t you have anything

looked at

doing all these years abroad? And why

her appearance at the charity auction and her subsequent

didn’t believe

many more to keep it under

start a new life. As for coming

his unfathomable gaze straight

“Would

I sacrificed so much for you, yet you seemed not

would begrudgingly convince Nathaniel because he was full of himself and believed that she would never

eyes brimmed with scrutiny. “That was

“Yes.” Cecilia nodded.

Nathaniel’s heart sank.

words but the look in her

many years, he could not possibly fail to discern whether someone

even the slightest hint of resentment toward