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

Chapter 2050

Chapter 2050

At the Smith residence, Meredith arrived with Dahlia in tow, chatting and laughing with Cecilia.

Barely past her first birthday, Dahlia already sensed adult moods. She toddled over with a slice of fruit, offering it to Cecilia in hopes of earning a smile.

Meredith's sigh slipped out. "A child this tiny shouldn't have to be so considerate. It breaks my heart."

"Yes," Cecilia murmured.

Cecilia, too, found the girl pitiful.

What baffled her most was how Cassandra-Dahlia's own mother-could be so cold to the child.

After playing for a while, Dahlia grew drowsy, climbed onto a velvet chaise, and drifted into sleep without a fuss.

A maid tried to lift her. Dahlia startled awake, eyes wide with fear, until they found Meredith.

Meredith stood at once and gathered the trembling child into her arms.

"It's all right," she whispered, voice soft as a feather. "We're at Cecilia's house, and Mommy is right here."

Only then did Dahlia relax, cheek pressed against Meredith's shoulder-still without uttering a single word.

When sleep reclaimed her, Meredith kept holding her, unwilling to loosen the fragile peace.

"Lay her on the bed," Cecilia urged. "It's tiring for you to hold her like this."

the moment I let go.


I brought her home, she

space. She hasn't even

eyes shining

brow, a

late," she said, slipping her bag over one shoulder. "Ceci, we'll head

to the porch, her heels ticking softly across the marble like a metronome for good-byes. At the threshold, she paused, shoulders squared yet eyes tender,

time, too," Elliot called,

rippling in her voice like sunlight on

arm steadied the child, the other pulled the door shut in slow motion, every gesture whisper-quiet so the sleeping girl

replace, something fragile enough to break if the world

top step long after the car had glided down the drive. Brake lights winked, disappeared, and still he stood there,

that much?" she asked, tilting her head so her dark hair slipped forward like a question mark

She's really, really cute," he replied, as though the statement were an immutable fact


this sad. Isn't she adorable,

most adults, let

is practically porcelain. By looks alone, she should have every child's vote. Baffled, she waited

she's like a

with sticks. I guess like girls who behave more like Dahlia Elliot

if the preference

belongs to s

to him, a verdict

the innocence of eight-year-old

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