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

Chapter 2012 A Price On Courting

"If your daughter isn't like that, then kindly reimburse every cent Magnus spent while pursuing her. We're ordinary folk. Several million is no small amount," Heather insisted.

Several million?

Phoebe could hardly believe her ears.

True, that figure meant little to her, but she still monitored Chelsea's spending.

There was no way her daughter could have burned through millions.

"Mrs. Campbell, bring Chelsea downstairs," Phoebe ordered.

"Yes, Mrs. Rainsworth."

The housekeeper hurried upstairs, unlocked the door, and told Chelsea something was happening downstairs.

Hearing that Chelsea was coming, Heather suddenly felt nervous about confronting her; unease churned in her chest.

Chelsea descended the stairs, eyed the unfamiliar old woman, and assumed her mother had found yet another matchmaker. "Mom, which agency did you hire this time?"

"She's not a matchmaker. She's here to collect money!"

Chelsea was

to forget favors. I'm Magnus' grandmother. Magnus took about six million from me, and every penny of it went toward you. Are you refusing to

of joke? When

“So you dare say Magnus never spent a dime

question left Chelsea utterly

her to dinner

to maybe fifty-thousand at most. How had it

daughter's silence, flew into a rage. "Chelsea, don't

six million," Chelsea answered honestly. "We just had

that, Heather

immediately seized

opportunity. "Ms. Rainsworth,

se

were all paid for by

weren't they?"

to split the bill, but he

time would be my

treat him next time?" Heather

a long

she'd gotten drunk and Magnus had taken her