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. She needs me beside


"Since I brought her home, she

into space. She hasn't even

nodded, eyes shining

Dahlia's brow,

she said, slipping her bag

a metronome for good-byes. At the threshold, she 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 before

too," Elliot called, cupping his hands around his mouth as though

Meredith answered, laughter rippling in her

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

than starlight bottled-something no fortune could replace, something fragile enough to break if the world so

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

Dahlia that much?" she asked, tilting her head so her dark hair slipped forward

as though the statement


didn't look half this sad. Isn't she

most adults, let

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

she's like a

girls who behave more like

the preference were as natural as

belongs to s

to him, a verdict delivered

but the innocence of

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