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

Chapter 280 I Must Be Mad

After finishing her sentence, Cecilia hung up the phone. On the other side, Nathaniel was so furious that he nearly shattered his phone in his hand. Mason stood cautiously to the side, not daring to make a sound.

Nathaniel felt as if a massive boulder was pressing down on his chest, leaving him breathless and unable to speak. “How much time do we have?” he finally managed to ask.

“Half a month,” Mason replied.

After accepting the divorce case, about half a month was given to prepare the necessary documents. Mason hadn’t expected Cecilia to be so resolute. He had thought that she would eventually forgive Nathaniel and happily become Mrs. Rainsworth.

After all, the Rainsworth family was immensely wealthy and influential. For a woman like Cecilia, marrying into the Rainsworth family–specifically to Nathaniel–was truly a case of marrying. above her station.

“Who is Cecilia’s lawyer?” Nathaniel asked coldly.

“Vivian, her friend,” Mason responded.

Nathaniel’s eyes narrowed. “I recall you investigated Vivian before. Her ex–boyfriend was a lawyer too, wasn’t he?”

but chuckle. “Yes, a top–tier lawyer named Ernest. I’ll arrange it right

swiftly exited the office. If there was one thing Rainsworth Group excelled at, it was legal. battles. Over the years, Rainsworth Group had been involved in numerous disputes, and Nathaniel had always been quick to identify his

parked outside quickly drew the attention of onlookers, but Nathaniel no longer

curious stares.

up his phone and called Cecilia.

immediately spotted Nathaniel, standing tall beside the car, his deep

Cecilia discreetly activated the recorder pinned to her jacket. “What do you

Nathaniel ordered,

step

rose involuntarily. Realizing his tone was too harsh, he softened

the car. Nathaniel joined her in the driver’s seat and started the engine. The car moved at a leisurely pace through the snow–covered streets, but Nathaniel remained

uneasy, the silence amplifying her anxiety. “Can we stop the car and talk?” she

pressed down on the accelerator, speeding up. The snow still piled on the roads

stop the car!” she pleaded, her voice edged with

they sped by, and Cecilia’s heart pounded in her chest. “Are you trying to get us killed? Stop the car!” she shouted, her voice