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,

taken aback, and it took her a moment to regain his composure. “I

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

by Nathaniel quite some time ago. Despite this, Cecilia hadn’t moved

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

to clean

Where on earth did Cecilia get the money

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

refuse, so she walked

all,

black–and–white photograph of Regas had been put

photograph of Regas, Paula’s pupils constricted,

moment, voices could be

respects later,” Cecilia said, bending

day she honored annually. This year, she happened to be back

I understand.” Elliot nodded

after the other.

Cecilia, then

here?” Cecilia’s voice was

in front of Cecilia, his large eyes filled with

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