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

Chapter 334 My Son In Law

Nathaniel returned home, finding no trace of Cecilia anywhere, despite searching every corner of the house. A wave of frustration surged through him..

He was accustomed to leaving a note whenever he went out, yet Cecilia had left without a word, leaving him in the dark.

In the kitchen, the caregiver that Cecilia had hired to look after Martha was busy cooking, but she kept glancing nervously at Nathaniel, who was visibly upset and calling out for Cecilia.

Unable to bear the tension, she finally spoke up. “Ms. Smith might not be coming back for a few days. She instructed me to take care of the elderly.”

Nathaniel turned his head toward the unfamiliar voice. “Who are you?” he demanded, his tone sharp.

“Sir, Ms. Smith hired me as a caregiver,” the caregiver explained as she stepped forward, quickly realizing that he was blind. She added, “Sir, I’ll have to charge extra to take care of two people.”

Nathaniel’s expression grew darker as she continued, “When Ms. Smith invited me over, she only mentioned taking care of the elderly. She didn’t say anything about caring for a blind person.”

The bluntness of her words made Nathaniel’s anger flare. “I don’t need anyone’s care,” he retorted. coldly.

The caregiver, however, was undeterred. “You’re blind! How could you possibly not need someone to take care of you? I don’t care–you’ll have to pay extra!”

dropped to a

by his sudden outburst. “Why are you yelling? I was personally invited by Ms. Smith. No one else has the right to fire me!” she argued. “Besides, if you fire me, who will take

been discreetly positioned around the house emerged and promptly escorted the caregiver

found the caregiver outside, protesting loudly. “Fine, you don’t want to pay more, but you can’t just

on. He stepped outside, his tone icy

in her forties or fifties, was feisty and unashamed. She assumed Nathaniel wouldn’t dare

the law anymore,” she cried

blind man was flirting with a

off my

to gather, whispering and pointing as they watched the scene unfold. The bodyguards struggled to cover

passing second. He clenched his fists, his frustration

control, Martha, despite her exhaustion, walked over and, with surprising speed, delivered a sharp slap across

handsome and young,” Martha snapped. “Even if he were blind, there’s not way he’d be interested in an old hag like

a good look at yourself! Do you

in laughter as Martha’s words echoed in the air. With a firm hand, she pulled out some money from her pocket and tossed it

a day’s work. Now scram, and don’t