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

Chapter 229 I Need To Ask You Something

The sight of Cecilia in a state of utter disarray caught Nathaniel off guard, sparking an inexplicable panic within him. Without wasting a second, he gently took her by the arm and led her back home, his mind racing with concern.

Once they had returned to the residence, Nathaniel swiftly picked up a piece of clothing and. draped it over her shoulders. “What do you want to ask?” he inquired, his voice a mix of worry and irritation.

Cecilia, holding onto the photograph tightly, hesitated for a moment before asking, “Do you have a twin brother?” Her voice was calm, but there was an undercurrent of tension, as if she feared the answer.

The instant Nathaniel heard the word “brother,” his expression turned icy. He let go of Cecilia’s arm, stepping back slightly. “Yes,” he answered curtly.

“Why have I never heard of him before? Where is he now?” Cecilia pressed, her eyes searching his face for any sign of emotion.

Nathaniel’s lips thinned into a tight line, and his eyes blazed with barely concealed anger. “You sought me out at the party just to ask about this?” he retorted, his voice cold and cutting.

Cecilia held his gaze, unwavering, even as his words pierced through her like a knife.

“This is a family matter,” Nathaniel snapped, his tone final. “You don’t need to know.”

Family matter….

within the Rainsworth family–Cecilia understood now that she would learn nothing more from him. She subtly slipped the photo into her pocket,

her. “Why did you suddenly

who knew of Nicholas’s existence were well aware that

Nathaniel persisted, his gaze

time I overheard your conversation with Elena, I learned about your younger brother. Just now, when I

im out

clumsiness of her lie was apparent, and Nathaniel’s expression remained hard, unconvinced. He had seen how frantic and distressed Cecilia had

as she tried to calm herself down.

still guarded. “Don’t talk to me about him in

no desire to return. Instead, he left the house, his mood

the image of the gentle, warm–hearted young man, a sharp pain gripped her throat, and her eyes began to burn with unshed tears. Her fingertips gently traced the smiling. face in the photograph, over and over

it, could I… Nathaniel?” she whispered to herself, but the only response was the sound of the

clear and vivid. Cecilia sat on the couch, her mind flooded with thoughts of that