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

been involved in numerous disputes, and Nathaniel had always been quick to identify his opponent’s vulnerabilities. But now, facing Cecilia, the

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

curious stares.

and called Cecilia. “Come out, let’s

later, Cecilia emerged, bundled in a heavy jacket. She immediately spotted Nathaniel, standing

trudged through the snow, Cecilia discreetly activated the recorder pinned to her jacket. “What do you want to talk about?”

car,” Nathaniel ordered, opening the

a step back instead.

in the car!” Nathaniel’s voice rose involuntarily. Realizing his tone was

got into 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

her anxiety. “Can we stop

piled on the roads

she pleaded, her voice

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