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

took her a moment to regain his composure. “I used

place?” The part–timer was curious and

Despite this, Cecilia hadn’t moved back. Instead, she had hired

a question back at the housekeeper.

She hired me to clean this place

Cecilia get the money to buy back the

again. “Are you a relative of Cecilia’s? Would you like to

so

the mansion, nothing had changed at all, be it the decor or ornaments

that a black–and–white photograph of Regas

saw the photograph of Regas, Paula’s pupils

could be

to pay your respects later,” Cecilia said, bending down to speak to

honored annually. This year, she happened

I understand.” Elliot

walked in, one after the other.

Paula looked at Cecilia, then her gaze

you doing here?”

positioned himself protectively in front of Cecilia, his large

before her, inexplicably tasting a bitterness in her throat. She retorted, “Do I