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

Chapter 1755 You Are On Your Own

Before hanging up, Vivian didn't forget to say, "Ceci, please thank Mdm. Queenie for me."

After all, if it weren't for Queenie, she would have endured something utterly repulsive.

"Of course," Cecilia promised before ending the call.

Meanwhile, at home, Stella sat frozen, staring at the lawyer's letter in front of her. Alongside it were various termination contracts and legal documents—each one spelling out her downfall. A wave of unease crashed over her.

She had expected Zachary or Nathaniel to come settle the score with her, but strangely, they hadn't.

With every passing moment of silence, the tension became more unbearable.

"What should I do?" she muttered, gripping her phone tightly before dialing Nicholas's number.

This time was different. Unlike before, the call actually went through.

"What is it?" Nicholas's voice came through the line.

Stella's voice was hoarse as she pleaded, "Mr. Nicholas, it seems like Cecilia has remembered everything. What do we do now? I did all of this for you-didn't you promise to protect me?"

At that moment, Nicholas was sitting in Dahlia's hospital ward. She was fast asleep beside him.

you a star again, but I never

but she quickly forced herself to stay composed. "Mr. Nicholas, please,

I can't even help myself right

he ended the call and tossed his phone aside. His gaze drifted toward the crib nearby, where Dahlia lay sleeping. For a long moment, he

sigh. "The child's mother hasn't visited in a long time, and there are no other relatives

to reality. His voice was thin as he answered, "I'm her

"Oh? Her biological uncle?"

"No," Nicholas replied flatly.

smiled. "You're so

Kind, huh?

for me, this child

was to blame,

tif

was the one who insisted on climbing into my bed. If I don't teach

she'll never learn.

belongs to

left, Jocelyn approached with a bottle of milk.

Is Dahlia still

gave a slight

down

Cassandra has been captured, should we bring

words, Nicholas's expression darkened. He furrowed his brows and retorted coldly, "She's

Why should I