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.

the object–a picture frame. When she

group photo of two identical children standing side by side. One of the boys. had a cold, aloof expression, while the other’s eyes

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

Nathaniel… and Nicholas.

sense of

variation of the same theme–group photos of the two brothers, but not just from their childhood. Some photos

had a stern, indifferent expression. The man on the left, clad in casual attire, bore a gentle, kind look. Though the two- men bore striking resemblances to each other, it was clear

bottom of this photo read: Elder brother,

a sudden boom in her head, as if her world

beginning, it was Nathaniel whom I had

answers. Suddenly, she

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

I never known he had a

racing thoughts as she hurried toward the venue of the banquet, her