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

Chapter 285 How Ruthless Nathaniel Truly Was

Everyone in Tudela was already aware of Nathaniel’s divorce from Cecilia before the court session began.

Zachary, Darren, and the others were all invested in who would win this divorce lawsuit.

“Isn’t it obvious? Of course, Nathaniel will win,” a rich and spoiled brat stated.

They were all ardent fans of Nathaniel, each one of them wishing they could be as close to him as possible.

Darren chuckled. “I bet on Cecilia.”

“Darren always chooses the high–risk stakes.” Everyone was unsurprised.

Their gaze shifted toward the absent–minded Zachary on the side. “Zach, who do you choose?”

“Do you even need to ask? Of course it’s Nathaniel. Mr. Sinclair can’t stand that deaf girl,” someone chimed in.

Suddenly, Zachary turned to look at him, his gaze icy cold as he said, “Don’t you dare call her ‘that deaf girl‘ again.”

Since Nathaniel wasn’t here, he no longer wished to hide it.

When Zachary got serious, everyone else fell silent, not daring to make jokes carelessly.

Darren took a thoughtful sip of his wine, then tactfully interjected, “You’re right. After all, she is still Nathaniel’s wife.”

agreed

in drinks, Darren

still upset about the snafu from

referring to the incident where the son

his glass for a toast. “As if! I just find it a bit odd,

guilt deep within his heart, unsure of how

intending to learn how to treat

he hadn’t yet found a suitable solution when the time came for Cecilia to divorce Nathaniel. How would she manage

isn’t it? Perhaps Ms. Smith has

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who doesn’t reciprocate your feelings,”

giving it another thought, Zachary continued

courthouse

dressed in her standard uniform, stood by Cecilia. The moment she saw Ernest standing next to Nathaniel, her face

that Vivian realized just how

was not only harsh toward Cecilia, but he also showed no mercy to

his chief legal advisor to represent him in court. Unexpectedly, he had called upon her ex–boyfriend, Ernest, to fight

remarkably composed. He looked at her as if she were a stranger, his deep eyes as calm and undisturbed as a

had seen Ernest before. He was once the most popular campus hunk of a certain high school

“Vivian.”

beside him, she noticed the latter’s eyes were rimmed with red,