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

Chapter 702 The Smith Residence

Paula had changed into casual attire, and as she got into her car outside the hospital, she it felt as if she was in a different world.

“Where to, madam?” the driver asked.

Upon hearing the words, Paula looked out of the window, uncertain of where she should go.

In the end, she instructed the driver to head toward the Smith residence.

Over half an hour later, she arrived at her destination.

Paula had initially assumed that the Smith residence had changed. Given that it had once been. auctioned off by the court, it had likely become someone else’s home.

However, as she stepped out of the car and looked up at the house she used to live in, she was surprised to find that it still looked the same.

The surroundings were impeccably clean, while the cherry blossom tree outside swayed gently.

Paula staggered over, somewhat in disbelief.

If memory serves me right, didn’t Stella buy the mansion?

Stella hadn’t appeared on her radar for a long time, so she was unaware that, as early as a year ago, Nathaniel had already bought the mansion back.

“Who are you?”

the house, noticed Paula and stepped

aback, and it took her a moment to

always owned this place?” The part–timer was curious and further inquired, “What’s your relationship

time ago. Despite this, Cecilia hadn’t moved

question back at the housekeeper.

me to

on earth did Cecilia get the money to

stood there, lost in thought, the part–timer spoke again. “Are you a relative of Cecilia’s? Would you like to come in and

didn’t refuse, so she walked

had changed at all, be it the decor or ornaments

was that a black–and–white photograph of Regas had been put up

of Regas, Paula’s pupils constricted, her eyes

voices could be heard from the

remember to pay your respects later,” Cecilia said, bending

annually. This year, she happened to be back

understand.” Elliot

in, one after the other. The were subsequently

looked at Cecilia, then her gaze

doing here?” Cecilia’s voice

himself protectively in front of Cecilia, his large eyes filled with caution as he watched

a bitterness in her throat. She retorted,