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

Chapter 686 Watch A Musical

Paula had a restless night, and to her surprise, the very next morning. Cassandra came to visit her.

“Mom, how are you feeling now?” she asked.

Paula’s face instantly lit up with joy, “I’m feeling much better now.”

Cassandra, hesitant to ask for money outright, began ingratiating herself with Paula instead. “The weather’s lovely today. How about getting some fresh air? I can take you out for a walk.”

Paula, however, shook her head. “Cassandra, I would like to go watch a musical.”

She had always loved musicals and once dreamt of performing in one. However, circumstances beyond her control forced her to abandon that aspiration.

“Mom, you’re not well. What if something happens?” Cassandra hesitated to take Paula far, knowing her condition often caused frequent urination, and she dreaded the possibility of an embarrassing situation.

“The doctor said I’m recovering well. I’ll be fine,” Paula insisted, her eyes filled with a quiet yearning. “Please, let’s go together.”

“Fine, I’ll book the tickets. We’ll go see it tonight.” Left with no other choice, Cassandra had to

agree.

Meanwhile, Cecilia received two musical tickets from Eric, whom she hadn’t heard from in quite

some time.

came a message: Ceci, I was hoping to come back earlier and take you out to dinner, but alas, work has kept me captive. A friend of mine passed along these tickets, and

that Cecilia was

replied: All right,

been a long time since the two of them had spent any quality time

while Nathaniel and

seemed disappointed. “Ceci, why didn’t you invite

seen each other in such

pouted. “Mommy, I want to

need some time with my

been going on recently. She wanted to have fun with Vivian and clear

right. Come back

“I will,” she responded.

goodbye to

got into the car, they

of them failed to notice as they brushed

theater, which was neither

and Cecilia didn’t notice Paula and Cassandra,

ended, a commotion

did you…” Cassandra exclaimed as she detected the unmistakable odor of

I’m sorry. I