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.

you doing up?” Cecilia asked, immediately moving to support

to fall asleep,” Martha said with a gentle

we go for a

“Sure.”

someone’s return and a warning directed at Cecilia from the other end.

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

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

I remember how much you loved the snow,” Martha murmured, her voice tinged with

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

the year when Cecilia had been taken back to her biological family and

breath. “When you were younger, all I wanted was

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

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 into your life,” Martha

blind to the reality of who he

resolute. “I won’t let myself be