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

Chapter 228 The Twin

Cecilia stood at the entrance of the courtyard, her mind swirling with thoughts. Miranda’s words. had planted a seed of doubt within her, and despite her better judgment, she found herself drawn toward the courtyard, compelled to uncover whatever secret lay hidden within.

The courtyard was immaculate, with the sweet scent of an osmanthus tree permeating the air. This scent stirred something deep within Cecilia, a sense of familiarity she couldn’t quite place.. She knew she had been here before, but the memories were buried deep, lost to the passage of time.

As she walked further into the courtyard, her gaze fell upon a vermillion wooden house tucked away amidst the greenery. Step by step, she approached the house, her heart pounding in her chest. She reached out and pushed open the wooden door.

Squeak!

The door creaked as it slowly swung open, revealing the room inside. All the furniture was draped in cloths, as if hiding something from view, concealing secrets that time had forgotten.

Cecilia’s heart raced with a mix of curiosity and trepidation. What exactly did Miranda want me to see?

She lifted one of the cloth, revealing the furniture beneath. As she did, a small object fell to the ground with a clatter.

pick up the object–a picture frame. When she saw

by side. One of the boys. had a cold, aloof expression, while the other’s eyes were

there was a line of small text that read: Older brother, Nathaniel; younger

Nathaniel… and Nicholas.

throat. A sudden sense of unease washed over her, an inexplicable feeling of

began pulling back the remaining cloths, uncovering more photographs hidden beneath. Each one was a variation of the same theme–group photos of the two brothers, but not just from their childhood. Some photos were from their

a formal suit, had a stern, indifferent expression. The man on the left, clad in casual attire, bore a gentle, kind look. Though the two- men

this photo read: Elder

her head, as if

I have been mistaken all these years? But from the very beginning, it was Nathaniel

as she tightly clutched the photo, desperate to find more clues, more answers. Suddenly, she heard voices approaching the door. Panicking, she knew she

through the back door, clutching the photograph to her chest, her face pale

known he had a twin

to calm her racing thoughts as she hurried toward the venue of the