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.

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

falling heavily, making the road slippery and difficult to see. She was forced to drive slowly, mindful of the treacherous

checking the caller ID, she

Nathaniel’s icy voice echoed through the

strange about his tone and replied, “I’m on the

Unable to see clearly

the airbags to deploy instantly. Cecilia was jolted, nearly knocked senseless as her phone slipped from her

driving slowly, she wasn’t injured, but the car was temporarily out of commission. She had no choice

with no

was no response. With a blizzard raging and night falling, there were no cars on

real danger, so she had told Sven that there was no need for constant protection. But now, with no one

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

ear ailment, gradually muffling the sound of the wind to a faint whisper. She knew her

minutes, Cecilia found herself surrounded by a blanket of white, unable to distinguish the path ahead. Dizzy and disoriented, she collapsed face–first into the snow.