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.

with a touch of disdain. “I wouldn’t let Cassandra

luxury, but she was far from the pitiful state

Cecilia had composed numerous melodies, earning

with Martha, she had experienced firsthand the difficulties of poverty, especially when they couldn’t afford a hearing aid for her. She

Cecilia set aside a portion of her earnings to help children battling the

in Sparaville was simple–it was Martha’s home, and it was where she had spent

were things Paula

resting, Cecilia prepared dinner for herself and Nathaniel. She deliberately

couldn’t serve himself, so he ate whatever Cecilia put on his plate.

suggested it, he forced himself to eat, slowly chewing the vegetable. “Okay,”

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

I buy a

sneaked in to help with the housework, there were times when he couldn’t

Cecilia could refuse, Nathaniel added, “And maybe a robotic vacuum cleaner too. If possible, we could

moment. “Dishwashers and robotic vacuum cleaners are fine, but I

and living in Daltonia Villa. Back then, she had managed all the household affairs herself. During a particularly busy period, she had asked Nathaniel