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.

me to bring all of Mr. Rainsworth’s clothes and personal

her take care of Nathaniel, even threatening legal

“Where’s Nathaniel?” Cecilia demanded.

will be here shortly,” Mason replied before directing his attention to the staff, who began moving items toward

Cecilia interrupted, blocking their path. “Nathaniel can’t stay

allow him to stay here, she expects you to return to Daltonia Villa to take

She felt trapped, with

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

“Mrs. Rainsworth” struck a nerve in Cecilia. It was the first time anyone in Nathaniel’s circle had addressed her as such. She couldn’t

in trouble. Only after he lost his sight do I hear others call me Mrs. Rainsworth. And now you tell me he loves me, just

words, unable to offer her any

more fragile than ever. The sight of her

this is my house, not his,” Cecilia declared

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

somewhat shabby old brick house, but Cecilia