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….

slipped the photo into her pocket, relieved that she hadn’t revealed it to him. “I understand,” she said quietly, “I won’t ask

suddenly bring him up?”

The housekeepers who knew of Nicholas’s existence were well

you?” Nathaniel persisted,

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

im out

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

to calm herself down. “I was too hasty earlier, and it

guarded. “Don’t talk to me

but Nathaniel had no desire to return. Instead, he left

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

I… Nathaniel?” she whispered to herself, but the only response was

memories of her childhood began to surface, clear and vivid. Cecilia sat on the couch, her mind flooded with thoughts of