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

Chapter 331 My Daughter Is My Life

Cecilia couldn’t help but chuckle coldly. This was her own birth mother, who seemed to wish nothing more than to see her fall. “I earned my money through my own abilities. If you want it, then get it through your own skills. Don’t think you can intimidate me with your words.”

Without waiting for a response, she promptly hung up the phone. Cecilia tried calling Norman immediately afterward, but as expected, she couldn’t reach him. It seemed she would have to make a trip back to Tudela to resolve this matter personally.

Quickly, Cecilia got out of bed to check on Martha. The older woman was already awake, still trying to process the misunderstanding from the previous night.

“Has Nathaniel really changed?” Martha asked, her voice filled with uncertainty.

“I’m not sure either,” Cecilia admitted. “You should rest well and not worry about anything else.”

Martha nodded in agreement. “Right,” she said, understanding that Cecilia had her hands full with other matters.

Cecilia explained to Martha that a friend of hers had run into trouble and needed her care. “All right, you can go. Don’t worry about me. I can take care of myself,” Martha reassured her.

with Nathaniel. “I’ll arrange for a caregiver to

Martha nodded, accepting the

stairs, she found that breakfast had already been laid out in the dining room, along with a note. Nathaniel had left it, written in bold, flamboyant characters: I’m

reality, Nathaniel hadn’t gone to the hospital at all. Instead, he had Mason wait for

town, Paula and Stella were seated in a lavish mansion.

ago, she had fled the country with her son, Magnús, and somehow managed to charm a prominent local Clusian businessman, marrying

woman that all the elites of Tudela wanted to curry favor with, and even Stella

promise to repay the money?”

nothing but an ungrateful leech. The idea of her willingly paying

Would you like me to talk to her? She’s always

do, don’t reveal my current status to her. I have no desire to acknowledge her

her

her gaze drifted to a photo on the table, Stella couldn’t help but comment. The photograph depicted a woman performing ballet, bearing a slight resemblance