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

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Chapter 330 The Rift Widens

The two of them sat across from each other, the atmosphere thick with tension. Nathaniel broke the silence first,

his voice tinged with frustration. “Why can’t you hear? Why didn’t you tellwhat's going on?”

Cecilia kept her head down, her eyes clouded with confusion. “I thought it would get better once | got home,”

she murmured.

Nathaniel raised his hand, intending to reach out and touch her, but Cecilia deftly avoided his grasp. His hand

froze in mid-air, and his expression hardened. “Who were you with today, Ceci?”

Startled, Cecilia looked up at him. “Did you send someone to followagain?” she asked, her voice sharp with

suspicion. This was exactly the kind of thing Nathaniel had done before he lost. his memory, and she wasn’t

about to let it slide.

Nathaniel’s throat tightened, a flicker of confusion crossing his face.

What do you mean by ‘again‘? When did | ever send someone to follow you?

Before he could clarify, the door to Martha's room swung open, and the doctors emerged. He explained that the

elderly lady had experienced a fit of rage, which caused sdistress, but reassured them that there was no

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immediate danger. The doctor emphasized the importance of maintaining peace and calm during her recovery.

Mason, who had been standing quietly nearby, glanced at Cecilia. He remembered what he had witnessed that

afternoon and chose to remain silent, not daring to provoke Nathaniel further.

“Mr. Rainsworth, we're heading back now,” Mason said, keeping his tone neutral.

“Sure,” Nathaniel replied, his attention momentarily diverted as Mason and his group departed, leaving the room

quiet once more.

Now, it was just Cecilia and Nathaniel. “Thank you for bringinghtoday, and for getting a doctor to treat

Martha,” Cecilia said, trying to maintain a polite distance. She knew that the issue of tracking her was separate

from the matter at hand, but it still left a bitter taste.

“We're husband and wife; there's no need for thanks,” Nathaniel stated firmly. He reached out again, this time

grabbing Cecilia's elbow. “And I've never had anyone follow you!”

But Cecilia remained skeptical. She had seen this behavior from him before. “The New Year is just a month

away,” she began, trying to steer the conversation. “Let's get you back to Daltonia, Villa tomorrow.” It was a

statement, not a question

Nathaniel tightened his grip on her, a sharp pang in his chest. “And what about you?”

“I have to take care of Martha,” Cecilia replied, her tone distant,

Nathaniel felt as if a knife had been twisted in his heart, but he couldn't hold back the question that had been

gnawing at him. “Ceci, did you marrybecause you loved me?”

In his memories, she had loved him dearly, unable to bear the thought of causing him pain. But now, her silence

spoke volumes.

At first, Cecilia had believed she loved Nathaniel. But in the end, she realized she had been infatuated with the

wrong man all along.

The silence that stretched between them was unbearable. Finally, with a surge of desperation, Nathaniel pulled

Cecilia into his arms. “Are you sendingback because of Calvin?” His voice had grown hoarse, the fear of

losing her palpable.

No man had ever dared to blatantly steal his woman.

“No, it's just that I've always felt we were bound to part ways someday. The sooner, the better,” Cecilia said, her

voice steady but her heart heavy. She tried to explain further. “Nathaniel, the truth is, you never really cared for

me. Before you lost your memory, you didn’t loveat all. Once you regain your memory, you'll surely find

everything as it is now distasteful.”

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Nathaniel found her words almost amusing. He might not remember the past, but he still felt the depth of his

emotions for her.

If I hadn't loved Cecilia, why is she the only person | remember after losing his memory? If | didn’t love her, why

did I choose to stay by her side? If | didn’t love her, how could | have indulged her so often?

“In that case, let's revisit this once my memory returns,” Nathaniel said, his voice resolute. He had no intention

of leaving her, and knowing it was impossible to force him out, Cecilia realized she. would have to take things

one step at a time.

After a restless night, Cecilia was rudely awakened by the ringing of her phone. She picked it up, and a voice that

often haunted her nightmares resonated through the speaker.

“Ceci.”

It was the voice of her biological mother, Paula.

Cecilia's heart tightened, though she kept her face calm. “Mdm. Paula, is there something you need?” she asked,

keeping her tone as neutral as possible.

The mention of “Mdm. Paula” over the phone made Paula grit her teeth in frustration. “You've pocketed the eight

billion your father left behind. It's tit returned to its rightful owner. Norman has already been arrested.”

“Listen to me, I'm your mother,” Paula continued, her voice dripping with false concern. “Turn yourself in. Your «

brother and | can still find a way to help you.”

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