When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel)

Chapter 1032 There Is Something I Want To Show Your

“Mom!”

Upon seeing Paula, who was now stone cold, Magnus let out a loud cry as tears welled up in his eyes.

Despite his indifference and the fact that he even resented Paula for her favoritism toward Cassandra, at that moment, he, too, deeply felt the loss of his mother

“Mom, how could you just leave? Moi!” he cried out repeatedly,

For some reason, Cecilia felt a slight ache in her throat as she stood off to the side.

Although Paula was not her biological mother and had shown her little affection, they had, after all, lived together for over a decade.

Not wanting to witness such a scene, she stepped out and crouched in the hallway, her head hung low.

She did not know how much time had passed before a figure blocked the light before her, and she saw a person standing in front of her.

Cecilia slowly raised her head, only to see Nicholas, impeccably dressed in a dark suit. His expression was cold as he asked, “Are you okay?”

She promptly turned away so that he would not notice her reddened eyes.

“I’m fine.”

be anything but fine? She’s dead. If anything. I’m thrilled. How could I possibly

he could tell she was lying and pretending to put on a

a cat we cared for together passed away. Paula was the mother she had admired since childhood, the role model she had always looked up to. So, even though Paula hurt her deeply, it’d be impossible for her to be devoid of emotion

her into his arms

ahead and cry if you want to. No one will ridicule you or make

ache in

boundaries between them and extended a hand to push

arms around her stiffened as he suddenly recalled that they were no longer

no longer that little girl who relied on him for

he responded, slowly letting go

him. She kept her gaze fixed on the end of

at

away tears. Then, they headed to the

contained a knitted scarf, a pair of knitted gloves,

Smith, these are the things

her ears when she heard that.

and gloves before continuing, “She knitted these for you herself. Before she passed away, she often–dreamed of you as a child, asking her for

she made no move to take the scarf and