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

Chapter 308 A Bitter Homecoming

By the time Cecilia returned home, it was already past nine in the evening. She had cleared out the storage room to make space for Nathaniel to stay. The room was modest, but it had a separate bathroom, ensuring that Nathaniel wouldn’t disturb her or Martha.

At exactly ten o’clock, a sleek Maybach pulled up in front of the house. Nathaniel sat in the back seat, his posture rigid, his eyes dark and unreadable.

The driver exited the car, walked around to the rear, and respectfully informed Nathaniel, “Mr. Rainsworth, we’ve arrived. I’ll go fetch Mrs. Rainsworth to meet you.”

Following Nathaniel’s instructions, only the driver had accompanied him; no one else from the household staff had come along.

As Nathaniel stepped out of the car, he recalled the words he had spoken to Cecilia after leaving City Hall his promise never to disturb her again.

“Take me there,” Nathaniel instructed, his voice low, looking just like a regular person.

“Understood.”

The driver quickly moved to assist him, but Nathaniel refused the help. “Just tell me the way,” he said, disliking the feeling of being dependent on others.

The driver, recognizing Nathaniel’s pride, provided directions as Nathaniel made his way

the door, but when he knocked, there was no immediate response. After a moment, Cecilia

at Nathaniel, she spoke curtly.

it wasn’t his place to intrude, so he returned to the car.

into the couch. Marco considered saying something to Cecilia, but ultimately decided it wasn’t his

car, Marco sighed to himself, thinking, “No matter who you offend in the future,

and now it seemed

house, Cecilia turned to look at Nathaniel, who had bumped into the couch. “Could you be a bit more careful when you walk?” she said,

edge of irritation. Surprisingly, he wasn’t upset. “I’ve got it,”

aback by

“Don’t worry. I’ll have someone deliver

tone only deepened Cecilia’s frustration. She had planned to

don’t want your things. Don’t allow anyone to deliver them,” she said sharply. “Follow me; I’ll show you

grasp her arm

you. If you choose to live here, you’ll have to fend for yourself,” she declared, her voice