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

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

Smith family always owned this place?” The part–timer was curious and further inquired,

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

back at the housekeeper. “Are you implying that

to clean this place

did Cecilia get the money to buy back

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

so she walked

all, be it the decor or

black–and–white photograph of Regas had been put up in the

Regas, Paula’s pupils constricted, her eyes filled with

voices could be heard

remember to pay your respects

her father’s birthday, a day she honored annually. This year, she happened to be back in her

understand.”

after the other. The were subsequently greeted by the sight

Cecilia, then her gaze shifted to

here?”

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

bitterness in her throat. She retorted, “Do I need your permission to come back to my