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, immediately

to fall asleep,” Martha said with

we go for a walk

“Sure.”

Martha had overheard bits of Cecilia’s phone conversation near the entrance. Though the words were muffled, she caught fragments about someone’s return and a warning directed at Cecilia from the other end. However, out of respect for Cecilia’s privacy, Martha chose not to

grown up, no longer the little girl who clung to her. She had become a strong, independent woman. After helping Martha put on

were deserted, the world hushed under a thick blanket of freshly fallen snow. The path before them was covered in over a foot of snow, untouched and pristine. As they walked, the only sound was the soft crunch of

a child, I remember how much you loved the snow,” Martha murmured, her

arm with Martha’s. “Yeah, because after it snowed, it meant the

that she had grown to dislike the New 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

gaze drifted into the distance, 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,”

with unshed tears. “Don’t talk like that,” she pleaded, her voice trembling. “You’re

spoke, Cecilia couldn’t shake the words Calvin had shared with her. The doctor had said that Martha might not

Cecilia’s hand, choosing 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

“Nathaniel isn’t the one destined for you. His current affection is because of his amnesia. He’s blind to the reality of who

Cecilia nodded, her voice resolute. “I