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

Chapter 603 Blind Man And Deaf Woman

through the bedroom window in

The weather had unexpectedly warmed, and sunlight strew outside had melted, leaving only soft, golden specks. By the time Cecilia awoke, most of the faint traces behind.

She glanced at the clock–it was already nine in the morning. Today was the day she would visit the hospital to have her bandages removed.

Just as Cecilia was about to leave the house after getting everything ready for Elliot, he grabbed. her hand, stopping her in her tracks. “Mommy, Mr. Rainsworth is really my daddy, isn’t he?” he asked, his voice small but insistent.

Cecilia knew this moment would come eventually. With a deep breath, she nodded. “Yes.”

“Mommy, I have a daddy now. I’m not an unwanted child anymore, right?” Elliot’s eyes sparkled with hope.

The words “unwanted child” hit Cecilia like a wave of guilt, stirring a deep discomfort within her. She came to realize just how much her sons had suffered alongside her over the years.

“Of course, you and Jon have a daddy and a mommy,” she said.

Elliot replied, “Mommy, when you come back from the hospital today, let’s go visit Jon at the kindergarten with Daddy. It will be a nice surprise for him.”

Nathaniel had been giving her the cold shoulder and wondered whether he would

Pausing, she explained, “Daddy might be busy with work, so he may

asked him yesterday. He said he has time in the afternoon,” Elliot stated matter–of–factly. Cecilia found herself in a difficult position, unable to either

please,” Elliot pleaded,

resignation, “All

come home,” Elliot said, his

she watched Elliot so readily accept Nathaniel as his father and start calling him “Daddy.” It felt as though the son she had raised was being taken away from her

would treat both brothers well. They deserved the chance to experience their father’s love and the care

her wounds

traced across her skin–a harsh reminder of just

fully heal. Otherwise, the scan will remain for life” the doctor said, glancing at

she still found herself instinctively mrying to hide the scar on her face when she left the

Catlin mepping out, her face marred by a terrifying scar. She couldn’t help but

Cecilia.

a sly smile as she advised her son, “Remember, darling, we must avoid doing wrong. If

that Miranda’s way of educating her child would