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.”“

“Cheer up, Ceci. She’s gotten a

Cecilia nodded. “Anyway, I’m fine. I’ve gotten used

into the car, noting how cold it was

inside, Vivian cautiously asked, “Ceci, can I ask you a

“Yeah, sure.”

the question might sound ridiculous, but she believed no mother would intentionally

that Paula

other hand, Martha was willing to risk her life for Cecilia, even

a mother, would disregard

had a DNA test done, and the results

she was young, Cecilia felt that Paula didn’t shower her with the love a mother should, so she engaged a professional agency to conduct a DNA

couldn’t help

to Vivian, forcing a smile, and said, “All right,

Vivian

Paula

time Cassandra remembered her mother, it was already ten