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

Chapter 377 You And I Are Not Family

“Is this what your job entails?” Cecilia asked.

“Yeah; it’s all arranged by the boss,” replied Nathaniel, his expression unchanging.

Cecilia reflected on how in the past, Nathaniel would only review proposals made by others. Now, he had to create the proposals himself. You never know what can happen in life!

“Do you want to talk to Elena and have her arrange some work for you, or perhaps-”

Before Cecilia could finish her sentence, Nathaniel interrupted her, “Cecilia, from now on, we have no connection with the Rainsworth family. You are the only family I have.”

Upon hearing these words, Cecilia choked up.

She wasn’t moved, though. Instead, she said, “The reason I returned to Sparaville is because the doctor mentioned that Martha’s health is deteriorating and she might not make it past the New Year. If Martha passes away, I would still choose to leave this place. We are bound to part ways eventually. You and I are not family.”

You and I are not family…

Nathaniel’s heart sank. He had thought that Cecilia had given up on the idea of divorce during the time they recently spent together. Yet, to his surprise, she hadn’t changed her mind at all.

“I’m off to work now. You should head back soon.”

After speaking, Cecilia left the room without having breakfast.

meet the mysterious individual

a woman stood before a black sedan

coat, his demeanor cold and stern. In stark contrast, the woman’s aura was completely different. She was dressed in a charming little padded jacket, stepping confidently in her Doc Martens, and

she didn’t forget to offer one to Sven, asking, “Want

her cheeks puffed up, reminiscent of a rabbit’s movements. “No, thank you,”

If you won’t eat some, how could two

he saw her stuffing two more quiches

had passed, and she had already finished off

can’t let this food go to waste. I suppose I’ll help Boss eat a

had been any slower, there

as ever, spotted Cecilia and

of them, taking the few remaining quiches from her

“Thank you.”

need to thank me. Come on; get in the car. We’re off to meet

taken his place in

she knew he was

like that, it was naturally impossible

for you in

room at the top of Elite

the window, observing everything below