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

Chapter 1870

Chapter 1870 It Was Nicholas

When Jocelyn returned to the hospital, she hadn't even stepped inside the room when she overheard voices coming from within.

She hadn't meant to eavesdrop, but the moment she heard Nicholas's name, her footsteps froze.

"Is Nicholas trying to get revenge for his brother?" a man's voice asked.

"No way. Nicholas and Nathaniel can't stand each other," Yannick's voice answered bitterly. "I didn't see this coming at all. Never thought I'd be dealing with such a calculating bastard who'd actually send someone to run me down."

Jocelyn stood frozen in the corridor, stunned.

Nicholas? He arranged for someone to hit Yannick with a car? But why?

"That's all we can do for now. I've got to head back. If anything else comes up, keep me posted." The man speaking to Yannick sounded like a close friend.

Upon hearing him prepare to leave, Jocelyn instinctively ducked into a nearby corner, staying hidden until his footsteps faded.

to gather herself

I thought you weren't coming back." Yannick's face lit up the moment he saw her. His voice, filled with joy, made

sit beside the bed. "Have you eaten yet?" she asked gently. Yannick nodded eagerly. "Yes, I have. The takeout you ordered was amazing." Jocelyn blinked, a little speechless. It's just takeout. What's so amazing about it? She felt slightly embarrassed, regretting not getting him something more thoughtful—but she quickly moved on and shifted the topic, sounding him out, "About your accident... did that taxi

water she handed him, adamant about keeping

worried him the most. If he told her the truth, she might not only refuse

Jocelyn wasn't

love, but that didn't mean she was blind She

was

her. sŵnovel

she didn't like it. "I overheard your conversation with your friend at the

startled. He quickly scrambled to explain, "We were just speculating-it might

lowered her

I want us to be honest with each other-completely. I'll trust you, just as I

calm, reasonable. Feelings were one thing-knowing where to draw the line

realized there was

anymore. He let out

everything his