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

Chapter 219 Too Late For Anything

“What do you take me for?” Nathaniel asked. Without waiting for Cecilia’s response, he left the bedroom immediately.

Cecilia’s lone figure stood still, contemplating the words he had spoken. Her body wavered slightly.

As she had suspected, her thinking was indeed too naive. Even if she were to spend a month playing the role of Nathaniel’s wife, he still wouldn’t let her and Elliot go.

From the looks of it, she had no other choice but to cut ties with Nathaniel and take Elliot away.

However, she couldn’t trouble Calvin anymore.

Cecilia took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, contemplating how to leave with Elliot on her own.

Bang!

Downstairs, the sound of Nathaniel slamming the door as he left could be heard.

Cecilia sat alone on a chair, deep in thought. After a long while, she realized that only if Nathaniel allowed her to meet Elliot in private, and take Elliot out of Spring Forest Manor, could she possibly escape.

But how am I supposed to leave Tudela after taking Elliot away?

Quickly, Cecilia thought of someone. She used the phone Sven had given her and dialed at familiar number.

“Hello.” The call was promptly answered, carrying the familiar voice of a middle–aged man.

Jenkins, it’s Ceci,” said

was taken aback. “Miss,

“Yeah.”

these years?” Norman asked,

Jenkins. Could you

the most when he was alive, and he had quite a

what’s the matter? Go ahead and

abroad, and this

have purchased it with money, but Nathaniel would be able to trace it easily if she were to buy

hesitation, Norman

you need

“The sooner, the better.””

“Understood.”

identity would take at least a week

period, she had to devise a plan to get

erased the call history. She sat in her chair, feeling her

better than anyone what the consequences

matrimony, Nathaniel had persistently targeted the Smith family. He seized Smith Corporation’s projects in the

far enough that Nathaniel wouldn’t be able to find. her. If he did manage to locate her, there was no telling what

did not

Lily was kneeling on the icy, damp floor. Her face was streaked with tears and her eyes were filled with panic. Gone was the smug arrogance she used to display when facing

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