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

Chapter 688 You Know What To Do

Cecilia vividly recalled her childhood, the day she had tumbled down a hill while picking flowers for Paula. Instead of rushing to help, Paula had stood with her arms crossed, watching. “Cecilia. you need to pick yourself up. Learn to be independent.”

It was at that moment Cecilia realized she and her mother had different thoughts about the definition of independence.

As she and Vivian walked away, Paula’s enraged voice trailed behind them. “How dare you! Go to hell!”

Vivian, an outsider to the family, felt a shiver run through her. How could a mother ever curse her own daughter to die?

As they stepped outside, bracing against the cold wind, Cecilia paused for a long moment, lost in thought. After what felt like an eternity, she quietly flagged down a passing staff member. “Someone’s fallen inside.”

Whether or not Paula had been helped up, Cecilia didn’t linger to check. She simply didn’t want to carry the weight of guilt.

Vivian, knowing her friend’s gentle nature, looped her arm through Cecilia’s and said softly, “You’re too kind.”

Previously, Vivian could never understand why some children were unfilial to their parents, but seeing Paula’s behavior, she now felt that Cecilia shouldn’t feel guilty for not helping her.

As Cecilia gazed into the pitch–black night, a hint of melancholy clouded her eyes. “Vivian, Paula always criticized me for being too weak. Now it seems she was right. I just can’t bring myself to be as heartless as she was.”“

up, Ceci. She’s gotten a taste of her

I’m fine. I’ve gotten

Cecilia into the car,

cautiously asked, “Ceci, can

“Yeah, sure.”

knew the question might sound ridiculous, but

evident that Paula

was willing to risk her life for

would disregard her

mother.” Cecilia explained. “Back in junior high, I secretly had a

that Paula didn’t shower her with the love a mother should, so

hearing this, Vivian couldn’t help but sigh.

it was getting late, Cecilia turned to Vivian, forcing a smile, and said, “All right, let’s

being alone, Vivian

Paula and escorted her to the break

Cassandra remembered her mother, it was already ten at night. When she entered, she saw Paula, covered in