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.

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

slept too much. Now, I can’t seem to

we go for a walk together?”

“Sure.”

earlier, 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.

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, Cecilia exchanged a few brief words with Nathaniel before

a thick blanket of freshly fallen snow. The path before them was covered in over

you loved the snow,” Martha murmured, her

meant the New Year was coming. And with the New Year came

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

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,” she said,

stopped abruptly, turning to face Martha. She pulled her into a tight embrace, her eyes filling with

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

see Jon and Eli grow up. But

blind to the reality of who he was. Once he regains his memory, once his sight is restored,

Cecilia nodded, her voice resolute. “I won’t let