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

Chapter 1100 Pack Your Things And Leave

Jessica was charming with her words. However, when faced with real danger, she could outrun anyone.

Elena had finally seen it clearly. Jessica was simply not worth trusting.

“Aunt Elena, I was just too anxious earlier. That’s why I ran out to find a doctor… If Cecilia hadn’t arrived, the bodyguards would have come anyway.” Jessica tried to maintain her standing in Elena’s eyes.

Elena scoffed, “Sure, they arrived. But I might have already been done for by then.”

Jessica couldn’t help but feel awkward.

Elena no longer paid her any attention; instead, she turned her caring gaze toward Cecilia. “Ceci, how are you feeling now? Were you scared earlier? Is your stomach hurting?”

Previously, Elena had only been concerned about the babies‘ well–being. Now, for the first time, she was showing concern for Cecilia’s health.

“I’m fine. My stomach doesn’t hurt.”

As the months progressed, the pregnancy became more stable.

you must put yourself and the babies first. Don’t worry about me.” Elena was

possibly compare to that of Cecilia

to them, it would have been difficult for her

take care of myself and the

be unintentionally hurt by Nathaniel, he would undoubtedly be in

deeply, yet they also intensified

Elena said

affectionate interaction between the mother and daughter–in- law, her

I think it’s best if you return to the

off in Jessica’s mind, and in the

away. If any danger arises in the future, I promise to stand in front

“Don’t call me

welled up in Jessica’s

others behind isn’t wrong. But judging by your demeanor, you’re simply not suited to take care of Nathaniel. Besides, Nathaniel has Cecilia and two kids. It’s not appropriate for you two to

had completely changed her perception of Cecilia. She had

from the side, Cecilia was somewhat surprised. She hadn’t

fool, but being driven away was a completely different story from leaving on her

this, I’ll certainly be scorned by my uncles. They might even kill me. Rather than dying at the Quill