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?”

house, noticed Paula and stepped out to

taken aback, and it took her a moment to regain his

The part–timer was curious and

this,

lines, Paula threw a question back at the housekeeper. “Are you implying that this house belongs to

hired me to clean

Cecilia get

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

so she

all, be it the decor or

a black–and–white photograph of Regas had

Regas, Paula’s pupils

that moment, voices could be heard

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

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

I understand.”

and son duo walked in, one after the other. The were subsequently greeted by the

at Cecilia, then her gaze shifted

you doing here?” Cecilia’s voice

in front of Cecilia, his large eyes

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