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?”

was cleaning the house, noticed

a moment to regain his composure. “I used to own

the Smith family always owned this place?” The part–timer was

Cecilia by Nathaniel quite some time ago. Despite this, Cecilia hadn’t moved back. Instead, she had hired a part–time cleaner to maintain

Paula threw a question back at the

hired me to clean this place

earth did Cecilia get the money to buy back

the part–timer spoke again. “Are you a relative of Cecilia’s? Would you like to

refuse, so

nothing had changed at all,

only change was that a black–and–white photograph of Regas had

saw the photograph of Regas, Paula’s pupils constricted, her

that moment, voices could

is your granddad’s birthday, remember to pay your respects later,”

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

understand.” Elliot

in, one after the other. The were subsequently greeted by the sight of

then her gaze shifted

are you doing here?” Cecilia’s voice was icy

Cecilia, his

her throat. She retorted, “Do I need your