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

Chapter 1417 Stella And Her Plan

Stella was consumed by a deep sense of injustice. "Why? What makes you so much better than me?"

Cecilia scoffed, her eyes cold. "Then maybe you should despise fate instead."

The anger inside Stella reached a boiling point. With a sudden movement, she seized Cecilia's throat, her fingers tightening. "Do you think I brought you here just to chat? Do you really believe I wouldn't kill you?"

Cecilia met Stella's gaze, finding her behavior odd. "If you want to kill me, then go ahead."

Stella tightened her grip on Cecilia's neck, but right then, a low cough echoed from the entrance. Stella paused and slowly loosened her grip, a twisted smile curling her lips.

"Don't worry," she sneered. "I won't kill you. I'll make your life a living hell instead."

At that moment, Cecilia could sense something sinister was at play, but all she could focus on was her children. She swallowed her fear and stared at Stella. "Stella, if you have a problem with me, then deal with me. Where are my children?" Stella's smile widened, her expression dark and unnerving. "Do you want to know? Then you'll have to cooperate with me."

Cooperate with her? On what? Cecilia was confused.

want from

clapped her hands, and the sound echoed in the room. A moment later, the door creaked open, and

sight of them sent a chill down

group approached Stella and asked,

from here on out." "Understood," the person replied before turning to walk toward

be afraid. We are psychologists. We won't harm you,"

she struggled to make

here to help.

The psychologist smiled almost

sense you're not fully recovered? There's something you're hiding, something you're not ready to

bound tightly to the

voice was faint, strained by exhaustion and the toll the ordeal had already taken

leader of the group turned to Stella. "If the patient refuses to cooperate, our treatment will be difficult

to risk your children's lives? Do whatever the doctor tells you to do." Cecilia's voice trembled with determination. "You want me to listen to you, but shouldn't I