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

Chapter 315 A Lesson He Once Taught Her

Cecilia had no idea that her biological mother, Paula, had made a special trip to Sparaville that day. Nor did she know that Paula had seen her living in a rundown house and had left without making contact.

Paula’s reason for coming back wasn’t out of concern or love; it was for the eight billion in Norman’s possession.

A few days prior, Paula had received a call from Stella while she was still abroad. Stella had. informed her that Cecilia was alive and back in Tudela, even collaborating with Orion. Corporation.

Shocked and intrigued, Paula returned to her homeland. She had expected to find a changed, perhaps even thriving Cecilia. Instead, she found her daughter embroiled in a pitiful legal battle for divorce with Nathaniel, living in a dilapidated home, clinging to a close relationship with a nanny.

Disappointed and dismissive, Paula instructed the driver to return to Tudela. On the road back, she called her son, Magnus. “I saw Cecilia today,” she said, her voice cold. “There’s no way that eight billion belongs to her. You must find a way to secure that money.”

If she had that much money, why would she be living in a place like this?

Magnus, equally determined, replied, “Don’t worry, Mom.”

After a brief pause, Magnus asked, “Mom, when Cecilia saw you, did she say anything? Does she know about what happened between my sister and Dad?”

The “sister” Magnus referred to wasn’t Cecilia.

doesn’t know,” Paula replied with a touch of disdain. “I wouldn’t let Cassandra know that she has such a useless little

might not have been living in luxury, but she was far from the pitiful state Paula

the years, Cecilia had composed

especially when they couldn’t afford a

portion of her earnings

home in Sparaville was simple–it was

Paula would

herself and Nathaniel. She deliberately made dishes he didn’t like, including carrots, which she knew he

he ate whatever Cecilia put on his plate. “Eat more carrots, they’re

stand carrots, but when Cecilia suggested it, he forced himself to eat, slowly chewing the vegetable. “Okay,” he replied, his

guilt as she noticed the bruise on his forehead. “After you finish eating, remember

buy a

with the

Cecilia could refuse, Nathaniel added, “And maybe a robotic vacuum cleaner

cleaners are fine, but I draw the line at part–timers. I don’t like strangers in

Villa. Back then, she had managed all the household affairs herself. During a