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.

what are you doing up?” Cecilia asked,

much. Now, I can’t seem to fall asleep,” Martha said with a

we go for a walk

“Sure.”

were muffled, she caught fragments about someone’s return and a

She had become a strong, independent woman. After helping Martha put on a

before them was covered in over a foot of snow, untouched and pristine. As they walked, the only sound was the soft

how much you loved the snow,” Martha murmured,

arm with Martha’s. “Yeah, because after it snowed, it meant the New Year was coming.

Year. It reminded her of the year when Cecilia had been taken back to her biological family and hadn’t returned. It was a memory she carried silently, a pain she

and she took a deep, steadying breath. “When you were younger, all I wanted was to see someone take care of you before I go,” she said, her voice barely above a

into a tight embrace, her eyes filling with unshed tears. “Don’t talk like that,” she pleaded,

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

not to confront the truth of her own mortality. “I understand, my dear. I still want to see Jon and Eli grow up. But before that, I hope to see someone who truly loves you come

amnesia. He’s blind to the reality of

voice resolute. “I