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

Chapter 330 The Rift Widens

The two of them sat across from each other, the atmosphere thick with tension. Nathaniel broke the silence first, his voice tinged with frustration. “Why can’t you hear? Why didn’t you tell me what’s going on?”

Cecilia kept her head down, her eyes clouded with confusion. “I thought it would get better once I got home,” she murmured.

Nathaniel raised his hand, intending to reach out and touch her, but Cecilia deftly avoided his grasp. His hand froze in mid–air, and his expression hardened. “Who were you with today, Ceci?”

Startled, Cecilia looked up at him. “Did you send someone to follow me again?” she asked, her voice sharp with suspicion. This was exactly the kind of thing Nathaniel had done before he lost. his memory, and she wasn’t about to let it slide.

Nathaniel’s throat tightened, a flicker of confusion crossing his face.

What do you mean by ‘again‘? When did I ever send someone to follow you?

Before he could clarify, the door to Martha’s room swung open, and the doctors emerged. He explained that the elderly lady had experienced a fit of rage, which caused some distress, but reassured them that there was no immediate danger. The doctor emphasized the importance of maintaining peace and calm during her recovery.

Mason, who had been standing quietly nearby, glanced at Cecilia. He remembered what he had witnessed that afternoon and chose to remain silent, not daring to provoke Nathaniel further.

Rainsworth, we’re heading back now,” Mason said,

his attention momentarily diverted as Mason and

to treat Martha,” Cecilia said, trying to maintain a polite distance. She knew that the issue of tracking her was separate from the

wife; there’s no need for thanks,” Nathaniel stated firmly. He reached out again, this time grabbing Cecilia’s elbow. “And I’ve

Cecilia remained skeptical. She had seen this behavior from him before. “The New Year is just a month away,” she began, trying to steer the conversation. “Let’s get you back to Daltonia, Villa tomorrow.” It was a statement, not a

sharp pang

of Martha,” Cecilia replied,

twisted in his heart, but he couldn’t hold back the question that had been gnawing at him.

bear the thought of causing him pain. But now, her silence

Cecilia had believed she loved Nathaniel. But in the end, she realized she

silence that stretched between them was unbearable. Finally, with a surge of desperation, Nathaniel pulled Cecilia into his arms. “Are you sending me back because of Calvin?” His voice had grown hoarse, the fear of losing her

had ever dared to blatantly steal his

further. “Nathaniel, the truth is, you never really cared for me. Before you lost your memory, you didn’t love me at all.

amusing. He might not remember the past, but he still felt

losing his memory? If I didn’t love her, why did I choose to stay by her side? If I didn’t love