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."

wakes the moment I let go. She needs me beside her; otherwise,


edged her next words. "Since I

space. She hasn't even

shining with

to Dahlia's brow, a tiny gesture

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

paused, shoulders squared yet eyes tender, determined to escort this small piece of warmth all the way to the gate. Outside, dusk had thinned into the violet hush that comes just

again-okay? I want her to play with me next time, too," Elliot called, cupping his hands around his

laughter rippling in her

her chest. One arm steadied the child, the other pulled the door shut in slow motion, every gesture whisper-quiet so the sleeping girl would dream on

fortune could replace, something fragile enough to break if the world so much as

after the car had glided down the drive. Brake lights winked, disappeared,

curiosity softening her tone. "Elliot, do you like Dahlia that much?" she asked, tilting her head so her

though the statement were an immutable fact written


you didn't look half this sad. Isn't she adorable, too?" Her voice carried

most adults, let

looks alone, she should have every child's vote. Baffled, she

lovely, but she's like a

trees, sword-fighting with sticks. I guess like girls who

the preference were as natural as

belongs to s

sounded perfectly logical to him, a verdict delivered with the

a judge but the innocence

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