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

Chapter 306 Reluctant Reunion

Ernest turned to see who had arrived. Mason stepped out of the luxury car, followed by bodyguards and housekeepers carrying various items.

Without another word, Ernest got into his car and left.

Meanwhile, Martha, emerged from the house, her gait unsteady due to the commotion outside. Upon seeing Mason and his entourage, she hurriedly asked, “Who are they?”

Concerned that Martha might catch a cold, Cecilia quickly reassured her. “Martha, go back inside and rest. I’ll handle this.”

“Okay.” Martha nodded, her back hunched as she slowly made her way back to her room. With the front door secured, Cecilia approached Mason and his group, noting the absence of Nathaniel.

The moment Mason caught sight of the dilapidated house, he broke out in a cold sweat on behalf of his boss.

Mr. Rainsworth has been pampered since birth. How did he get used to living here?

“Mr. Sanders what’s going on?” Cecilia questioned.

Elena instructed me to bring all of Mr. Rainsworth’s clothes

her take care of Nathaniel, even

“Where’s Nathaniel?” Cecilia demanded.

before directing his attention to the staff, who began moving items toward

interrupted, blocking their

to Daltonia Villa to take care of him. And if you refuse, as I’m sure Mr. Ernest has made clear, you could

boiled over. She felt trapped, with no

sensing her turmoil, tried to reason with her. “Ms. Smith–no, Mrs. Rainsworth–please, take care of Mr. Rainsworth,” he pleaded. “He’s been isolating himself, refusing to let anyone near. He’s deeply hurt, and he regrets everything. You may not know this, but he bought back Smith Corporation’s building and even rebuilt it to its former glory. It’s almost

time anyone in Nathaniel’s circle had addressed her as such. She couldn’t help but let out a

lost his sight do I hear others call me Mrs. Rainsworth. And now you tell me he loves me, just when I’ve stopped loving him. If you were in my shoes,

a loss for words, unable to

her heavy clothing, appeared more fragile than ever. The

is my house, not his,”

suitcase of personal belongings. Nathaniel had said the same thing back then–Daltonia Villa was his home, and none of her things were allowed inside.

argue, looking at the somewhat shabby old brick house, but Cecilia