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.

picture frame. When she saw the image. within it, she froze in

photo of two identical children standing side by side. One of the boys. had a cold, aloof

of the photograph, there was a line of

Nathaniel… and Nicholas.

of unease washed over her,

variation of the same theme–group photos of the

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 to anyone looking that they were not

of this photo

a sudden boom in her head, as if her world had been turned upside

these years? But from the very beginning, it was Nathaniel whom I had always loved. How could I have possibly

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

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

known he

thoughts as she hurried toward the venue of the banquet, her mind a