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

Chapter 146 Is It About Money

Jonathan felt a bit helpless. He had been hiding in the car for a long time, yet she hadn’t event noticed.

“In the morning, I overheard your phone call to Mommy. You sounded anxious, so I decided to follow you into the car.”

“You little brat, don’t ever do this again. It’s very dangerous.”

Vivian helped him into the child seat, then drove him to the kindergarten.

“Don’t worry, your mommy is fine now. She just had an allergic reaction.”

“How did Mommy get that?”

Jonathan recalled that his mother couldn’t eat seafood. Other than seafood, she didn’t have any allergies. Could it be that someone had fed her something containing seafood?

Vivian had initially promised Cecilia that she wouldn’t reveal the truth to her son. However, at this point, Jonathan had already noticed something.

So, she had no choice but to confess everything.

After hearing this, Jonathan had nothing but worry in his eyes.

“Ms. Kennedy, when can I go see Mommy?”

He yearned to embrace his mother, to assure her that he was there for her.

“You can’t go now. Wait for a few days.”

“Fine.”

Jonathan felt somewhat disheartened.

whose body was covered in red spots, and frowned. “Why

least half a day.”

only appear as red spots. However, only the person experiencing it could truly understand the unbearable, heart–wrenching

attempt at cooking

else you can’t eat?” he

taken aback,

wanted to ask something else, but

phone, Cecilia saw the name “Stella” displayed

up his phone and walked out

+5 Pearls

with him, but when he returned, he saddl. “have some business to attend to today. Mason will help you with your discharge procedures hum and nike you back to Daltonia

no need

her. “I’ve had your diver replaced. Mason will

was one of

disappearance yesterday, Nathaniel

held back her

never taking into

to handle Cecilia’s hospital discharge and arranged a

there’s anything else you need, feel free to

simple “okay“. Cecilia exited the car and returned to the

the mansion was

sleep, so she turned to composing music

hadn’t been doing so for long when she heard the sound of the front door

had returned,