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

all indulging in drinks, Darren

Are you still

was referring to the incident where the son

a toast. “As if! I just find

carried a sense of guilt deep within his heart, unsure

he picked up the scalpel again, intending to learn how to

found a suitable solution when the time came for Cecilia to divorce Nathaniel. How would she

Perhaps Ms. Smith has finally come to her senses. After all,

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someone who doesn’t reciprocate your feelings,” Darren said

it another thought, Zachary continued to drink

the courthouse

stood by Cecilia. The moment she saw Ernest standing next to

this moment that Vivian realized just how ruthless

not only harsh toward Cecilia, but

would send his chief legal advisor to represent him in court.

at her as if she were a stranger, his deep eyes as calm and

had seen Ernest before. He was once the most popular campus hunk of a certain high school in Tudela. His appearance was striking, and he didn’t pale in comparison even while standing

“Vivian.”

at Vivian beside him, she noticed the latter’s eyes were rimmed with red, her forehead dotted with a sheen of sweat, and her