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

Chapter 453 A Confrontation In The Snow

Paula stood impatiently in the accumulating snow. When Cecilia finally arrived, Paula was initially taken aback, her gaze quickly shifting to Elliot with evident confusion.

Who is this child?

Paula didn’t recognize Elliot, but Elliot had already done his research. With just one glance, he knew she was his grandmother. A flash of anger swept through his eyes, and he subtly clenched. his fists.

This old hag nearly caused Mommy to die. I must teach her a lesson.

Paula noticed the resentment in the child’s eyes, which puzzled her. Why would such a young boy look at me with such spite?

Unfazed, Paula briskly walked toward the trio. Cecilia instinctively stepped in front of Elliot, shielding him. “Elliot, you and Mr. Rainsworth should go inside. I have some things to take care of,” she said firmly.

Nathaniel had also heard the approaching footsteps but had no idea who it was. Elliot, understanding that it wouldn’t be wise to misbehave in front of his mother, turned to Nathaniel and said, “Mr. Rainsworth, let’s head inside.”

nodded, his

they entered the house, Nathaniel

“I don’t know her,” he replied,

that something was off. He decided to call the bodyguard outside to inquire about the

looked at Cecilia, who was burdened with a blind husband, a child, and a sick elderly person at

heed my advice, and now look at

didn’t want to waste time on old grudges. “Did you come here for something?” she asked,

talk would get her nowhere, Paula got straight to the point. “I’m here to warn you to stay away from Nicholas. He’s now

behalf of someone else. The memory of the recent engagement party flashed in her mind, and she became increasingly curious

I’m part of the Rainsworth family. How do you expect

at a loss for words. The current Cecilia was too defiant, making her difficult to control. Paula, accustomed to having her way, felt both annoyed and embarrassed.

Cecilia was quicker. She caught

since returned the life you gave me, and I’m no longer your daughter,” Cecilia said, her voice steady as she let go

not my daughter, but my blood still runs through your veins! As long as you