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

Chapter 328 So Cold

When Calvin returned this time, it wasn’t just for Cecilia–he was also here to reclaim the industries he had been forced to yield to Nathaniel in the past.

He knew that the current person running Rainsworth Group wasn’t the real Nathaniel, so he had little to worry about.

Mason, on the other hand, never anticipated that Calvin would be so audacious. But with Nathaniel’s memory loss, Mason naturally wouldn’t relay to him the sharp words Calvin had spoken.

However, Calvin was determined to make Nathaniel face reality, and he wasn’t going to back down.

Meanwhile, Nathaniel sat at home, busily working on his Braille computer, anxiously waiting for Cecilia to return. It was already eight in the evening, and yet she still hadn’t come back. Normally, she would have been home by now.

Just then, a message alert chimed on his phone. He quickly picked it up, and the message automatically played aloud, “Mr. Rainsworth, it’s Calvin. Just letting you know, Ceci has been with me all day, so she’ll be coming home a bit late.”

Upon hearing this, Nathaniel’s expression darkened. He no longer had the heart to continue. working and abruptly left the room.

snow were fierce. Nathaniel stood there, his brow furrowed as the cold. wind bit at his skin. He pulled out a phone designed for the visually impaired and dialed Cecilia’s number a number he had secretly

Cecilia was still driving home after a long day spent with Elliot. The snow was falling heavily, making the road slippery and difficult to see. She was forced to drive

her phone rang. Without checking the caller ID, she answered,

Nathaniel’s icy voice

his tone and

had the words left her mouth than her car suddenly skidded. Unable to see clearly through the

was jolted, nearly knocked

been driving slowly, she wasn’t injured, but the car was temporarily out

no other options, she decided to

her back, but there was no response. With a blizzard raging and night

in the cold. Ever since returning to Sparaville, she hadn’t encountered any real danger, so she had told Sven that there was no need for constant protection. But now, with no one around to

choice, Cecilia began the long walk home, deciding to wait until morning when the snow would hopefully stop, and she could

her journey agonizingly slow. The cold intensified. her existing ear ailment, gradually muffling the sound of the

ahead. Dizzy and disoriented, she collapsed face–first into the snow. She was still