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.

of Mr. Rainsworth’s clothes and

Ernest had been right–Elena was determined to have her take care of Nathaniel, even

“Where’s Nathaniel?” Cecilia demanded.

Rainsworth will be here shortly,” Mason replied before directing his

Cecilia interrupted, blocking

don’t allow him to stay here, she expects you to return to Daltonia Villa to take care of him. And if you refuse, as I’m sure Mr. Ernest has made clear,

frustration boiled over. She felt trapped, with no good options

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

her as “Mrs. Rainsworth” struck a nerve in Cecilia. It was the first time anyone in Nathaniel’s circle had addressed her as such. She

these years of marriage, and I’ve only been recognized as a member of the Rainsworth family now that he’s 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 when I’ve stopped loving

for words, unable

Cecilia, despite her heavy clothing, appeared more fragile than ever. The sight of her standing

house, not

the Rainsworth family, she was only allowed a single suitcase of personal belongings. Nathaniel had said the same thing back then–Daltonia Villa was his home, and none of her things were

Mason wanted to argue, looking at the somewhat shabby old brick house, but Cecilia cut