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Chapter 478 Martha Left You A Letter
After what felt like an eternity, Cecilia finally spoke up. “Nathaniel, the New Year is almost upon us.
“Yeah.”
“Martha has left us.”
Cecilia tightly clenched onto Nathaniel’s clothes.
He held her tightly. He wasn’t good at comforting others, but he planted a kiss on her forehead.
Cecilia thought her tears had already run dry, but at that moment, she broke down, and tears began falling
uncontrollably from her eyes again.
“It’s all my fault. If it weren't for me, she wouldn't have gone to find Paula, let alone...”
“Martha left you a letter,” uttered Nathaniel. “Wanda brought it over.”
Cecilia looked up at him. “Where is it?”
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Nathaniel got up, pulled open the bedside drawer, and handed the letter to her.
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She swiftly opened the letter, and what cinto her sight was a few short lines of text: Ceci, by the tyou
open this letter, | am no longer around. Please don’t be sad. This is my fate. Do you still remember what | told
you? Everyone gets old, and eventually, we all have to die. So, I'm not scared. All | want is to be able to do
something for you before.| leave this world. The doctor said that | won't last more days. | know | can’t win
against Paula, so the only way is to send her to prison. This way, she won't be able to bully you anymore. Finally,
please don’t resentfor calling myself your mother, as I've always considered you my own daughter. This
time, allowto shed my pride just once. If there's a next life, let's be mother and daughter, is that all right?
Cecilia read Martha's letter over and over again, feeling as if her heart had been torn apart.
“So that's how it is.”
Cecilia cto understand Martha's intentions. The reason she had left her this letter was, in essence, to reveal
the truth to her.
Martha had thought that if Cecilia didn’t wish for Paula to land in jail, she could present this letter. Furthermore,
Cecilia wouldn't need to harbor resentment and unhappiness because of her. death.
Cecilia clenched the letter tightly. “Nathaniel, my heart hurts. It hurts so badly.”
“Everything will get better,” he comforted her.
The day after Martha's incident, the news reported that Paula, after retiring from dancing, had been arrested for
intentionally causing a fatal injury Evans Group's stocks also took a significant plunge..
Cecilia was preoccupied with Martha's funeral and didn’t keep up with the news.
Martha had always been alone, with no relatives to speak of. She didn’t care much for bustling social scenes and
had very few friends.
As such, Cecilia only invited a few friends who regularly chatted with Martha.
On the final day of the funeral, a heavy snowfall blanketed the surroundings.
Clad in plain clothes, Cecilia led the way, carrying Martha's photo and the urn containing her ashes.
Elliot trailed behind her, and Nathaniel also tagged along.
At the cemetery, Cecilia watched as Martha was laid to rest. The thick and heavy white snow soon blanketed her
burial site.
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After the funeral, Martha's friends comforted Cecilia, saying, “My condolences.”
After bidding them farewell, she had Elliot and Nathaniel leave first as she wanted to spend sfinal moments
with Martha.
Knowing that she needed tto process everything that happened, Nathaniel left with Elliot.
Cecilia stood silently before the tombstone, allowing the heavy snow to cover her, almost as if she was
impervious to the slightest chill.
“Mom, why are you so foolish? Why didn’t you tellsooner? | feel so guilty. Why didn’t | stay by your side and
protect you?”
She was lost in her own murmurings, oblivious to the passage of time, until her hair was dusted white with snow
and her face was a frozen shade of purple-blue.
Suddenly, a large umbrella was hoisted above her head.
She slowly lifted her gaze and saw a man dressed in a black coat, his features strikingly aloof.
“Why are you standing here alone in the snow? If Martha knew, she’d surely be worried about you,” Nicholas said «
gently.