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.

set to meet

man and a woman stood before a black sedan

completely different. She was dressed in a charming little padded jacket, stepping confidently in her Doc Martens, and holding two large bags

was eagerly devouring the small steamed buns, yet she didn’t

puffed up, reminiscent of a rabbit’s movements.

won’t eat some, how could two girls like me and Boss

saw her stuffing two more quiches

passed, and she had already

this food go to waste. I suppose I’ll help Boss

had been any slower, there probably wouldn’t have been any breakfast

ever, spotted Cecilia and immediately waved at

Cecilia strode over to the two of them, taking the few

“Thank you.”

me. Come on; get in the car. We’re

his place in the driver’s seat

of the identity of the mysterious client, but she knew he was wealthy. Their chosen meeting place was in a luxurious private room at

was naturally impossible for Cecilia to follow and

you in the car.

at the top of

slid open the window, observing everything below the