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

Chapter 396 Stood Up For Her

Adrian saw Nathaniel sitting alone to the side and remained relentlessly persistent.

He could still remember how Nathaniel once carried himself with an air of invincibility before his troubles began.

Glancing over at Nicholas and noticing that he made no move to intervene on Nathaniel’s behalf, Adrian boldly approached with a glass of wine in hand.

“Nathaniel, if you drink the wine from my hand and apologize to me now, I’ll let bygones be bygones.” Adrian swirled the red wine in his hand, spat into it, and then offered it up.

Nathaniel didn’t even lift his head to acknowledge him.

When Adrian realized he was being completely ignored, he was instantly infuriated. Leaning down, he lowered his voice and sneered, “Do you still see yourself as the old Nathaniel? Crushing you now is as easy as squashing an ant. You’d better learn your place.”

Others around cast glances their way, but none dared to step forward and offer help.

Nathaniel’s hand gradually tightened, clenching into a fist. He was just about to swing it toward Adrian, when suddenly, a familiar voice echoed.

“Nathaniel, why are you here alone? Why didn’t you wait for me?”

It was Cecilia.

she saw Nathaniel sitting quietly in the corner, being bullied

in the past. Now, he was suffering from amnesia and blindness and was

he immediately unclenched his fists, stood up, and put on a pitiful facade as he walked toward her, saying, “Ceci, I thought

sudden arrival caught everyone’s attention. Even Nicholas, who had been quietly sipping his

if the coffee in

his slightly

Adrian spit into

family was truly an eve–onenor

actually show up. Seeing her now, dressed in such splendid. attire, she was a far cry

drink, then you, his wife, should drink

wanted to seize this opportunity to embarrass Nathaniel, who

held the wine up to Cecilia’s lips, promising that if she dared not to drink, they would

the glass of red wine handed to her and, noticing the onlookers around

a cool, detached

It was Nicholas.

rose to his feet and moved toward the

let’s not make

gentle, yet it carried

face, identical to Nathaniel’s,