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

Chapter 474 One Last Thing

The living room fell into a moment of silence.

Paula never imagined that a former nanny from her household would dare to speak to her in such a manner. She raised her hand, ready to strike Martha.

The caregiver stepped forward, attempting to dissuade her, “Madam, this elderly lady is in poor health, so you shouldn’t hit her as you please. If you refuse to comply, I will have no choice but to call the police.”

Paula’s hand froze mid–air before a cold laugh involuntarily escaped her.

“This elderly lady? She’s nothing but a destitute woman who no one wanted! She was just lucky enough to care for my daughter. Now that my daughter and son–in–law are doing well and financially supporting her, she thinks she’s some kind of wealthy elite!”

The caregiver was somewhat taken aback. She had always assumed that Martha was indeed Cecilia’s mother. She never expected that it would be this woman standing before her.

Upon closer examination, they did bear some resemblance. However, how could their temperaments and characters be so vastly different? Why were this woman’s words so sharp and harsh?

Considering Paula was her employer’s biological mother, the caregiver didn’t feel it was her place to say much. All she could do was provide basic care from the sidelines.

Faced with Paula’s mockery, Martha rely on a man to survive, nor do I orted, “Though I may be poor, I have my dignity. I don’t leech off my own children, unlike some people.”

Now, Paula understood where Cecilia got her temper from it was all from this woman standing before her.

Once again, she raised her hand. Before the ground with a swift motion.

Cough, cough, cough!

could react, she pushed

who was already in poor health, began to

her, asking

coughing, making it

the verge of death, Paula dialed Cecilia’s number and merely stated, “If

made good on her

that, Paula switched off her phone

Paula, she rushed home. On her

“How’s Martha doing?”

over earlier and had been coughing persistently. Thankfully, she’s

good. I’ll be

she didn’t forget to arrange for a doctor to visit and check on Martha to ensure

or scrape could pose

suffered from ailments common among the

conduct a basic examination on Martha. After he was done, he said that

bed, her head full of white hair, and

away for a short while, yet unexpectedly, something

okay?” Cecilia asked

eyes wearily, reassuring her, “I’m fine,

Cecilia nodded. “Mhm.”

reached out and embraced