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

Chapter 314 Better If She Did Not Exist At All

“Don’t worry, Mr. Jenkins,” Cecilia assured him. “I won’t let them step all over me anymore.”

After finishing her conversation with Norman, Cecilia immediately contacted the overseas company that had facilitated the transaction, requesting a detailed bank statement.

Once she received it, she forwarded it to Norman, knowing he would handle the legal battle with the same diligence that had earned him his reputation as the chief legal advisor of Smith Corporation.

Despite her proactive steps, Cecilia was left with a whirlwind of emotions. She found it hard to calm down as memories of her past flooded back–memories of her strained relations to with her mother, Paula.

Five years ago, Cecilia had severed ties with Paula, vowing to never be manipulated by her again. Now, Paula had returned, and Cecilia feared the worst.

“Ceci…”

As Cecilia sat lost in thought, she was unaware that Martha had quietly approached her room. When Cecilia turned around, she saw Martha standing at the doorway, concern etched across her aging face.

The latter’s silver hair and the deep wrinkles on her face only accentuated the passage of time and the weariness of her spirit.

up?” Cecilia asked, immediately moving to support

slept too much. Now, I can’t seem to fall asleep,”

we go for a walk together?” Cecilia

“Sure.”

Though the words were muffled, she caught fragments about someone’s return and a warning

all too well that Cecilia had grown up, no longer the little girl who clung to her. She had become a strong, independent

covered in over a foot of snow, untouched and pristine. As they walked, the only

you loved the

snowed, it meant the New Year was coming. And with the New Year came

that she had grown to dislike the New Year. It reminded her of the year when Cecilia had been taken

they continued walking, Martha’s gaze drifted into the distance, and she took a deep, steadying breath. “When you were younger, all I wanted was to see

turning to face Martha. She pulled her into a tight embrace, her eyes filling with unshed tears. “Don’t talk like that,” she pleaded,

shared with her. The doctor had said that Martha might not make it through the New Year. The thought was unbearable, yet she couldn’t

understand, my dear. I still want to see Jon and Eli grow

for you. His current affection is because of his amnesia. He’s blind to the reality of who he was. Once he regains his memory, once

voice resolute. “I