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."

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


I brought

She hasn't even started talking

shining

pressed a gentle kiss to Dahlia's brow,

late," she said, slipping her bag over

across the marble like 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

I want her to play with me next time, too," Elliot called, cupping his hands around his mouth as though afraid the

in her voice like sunlight on

back seat with Dahlia nestled against her chest. One arm steadied the child, the other pulled the door shut in slow motion, every gesture whisper-quiet so

arms, Dahlia felt rarer than starlight bottled-something no fortune could replace, something

had glided down the drive. Brake lights winked, disappeared, and still he stood there,

you like Dahlia that much?" she asked,

he replied, as though the statement were an immutable fact written into


Amy went back to the Faust residence, you didn't look half this sad. Isn't she adorable, too?" Her voice carried genuine confusion; in

outshone most adults, let

By looks alone, she should have every child's vote. Baffled, she waited for her

lovely, but she's like

with sticks. I guess like girls

if the preference were as

belongs to s

answer sounded perfectly logical to him, a verdict

a judge but the

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