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?”

caught on and couldn’t help but chuckle. “Yes, a top–tier lawyer named Ernest. I’ll arrange

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 opponent’s vulnerabilities. But now, facing Cecilia, the

resided. The limited–edition luxury car parked outside quickly

curious stares.

picked up his phone and called Cecilia. “Come

Cecilia emerged, bundled in a heavy jacket. She immediately spotted Nathaniel, standing tall beside the

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

in the car,” Nathaniel ordered, opening the door

step back instead. “Let’s

the car!” Nathaniel’s voice rose involuntarily. Realizing his tone was too harsh, he softened it. “Aren’t

driver’s seat and started the engine. The car moved at a leisurely pace through the

silence amplifying her anxiety. “Can we stop

respond. Instead, he pressed down on the accelerator, speeding up. The snow still piled on the roads made this a reckless move, and Cecilia’s

pleaded, her voice edged

her, driving even faster. The scenery outside blurred as they sped by, and Cecilia’s heart pounded in her