When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 21 Tattled On Her

Cecilia finally understood what Stella meant before she left. She had tattled on her.

Before she could respond, Nathaniel’s words followed swiftly. “The divorce is between the two of us. There’s no need for you to get into a fight with Stella. She’s still in the hospital.”

Cecilia was stunned for a moment, then quickly understood.

She really hadn’t expected that Stella would stoop so low as to frame her with such a cheap trick, and that Nathaniel actually believed her.

“Whether you believe it or not, I only met her once, and I didn’t do anything to her.”

With that, Cecilia hung up the phone..

At the hospital, Nathaniel’s face was grim.

Stella lay in the hospital bed, her forehead wrapped in bandages.

After meeting Cecilia, she deliberately bashed her own head and blamed it on Cecilia.

“I originally just wanted to talk to her properly, but I didn’t expect her to….

Stella didn’t finish her sentence but instead pulled out a stack of photos and handed them to Nathaniel.

These were pictures she had deliberately arranged for someone to take after she found out Cecilia was pregnant.

“I don’t want to keep covering for her either, Nathaniel. Please don’t get mad when you see the photos.”

Nathaniel took the photos, and when he saw what they depicted, his dark.

It was a whole stack of photos, all of them of Cecilia and Calvin eyes narrowed..

The nearly intimate nature of the pictures pushed Nathaniel to the brink of restraint.

Stella sat up in bed. “Luckily, I found these photos and bought them. If they were leaked, it would have been a disaster.”

Nathaniel, feeling deeply troubled, left the hospital and got into his matte black Cadillac.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

He ordered Mason to transfer the necessary payment to Stella for the photos.

Then he said, “Find out where Cecilia is right now,”

“Yes.”

Mason immediately had someone look into it.

Cecilia had spent the entire night plagued by nightmares.

In her dreams, Nathaniel and Stella got married, and the two of them lived a blissfully happy life together.

She had also dreamt of the past years, After Nathaniel got angry, he left her behind and went on a business trip out of town.

No matter what she did, she just couldn’t find him.

Then, she dreamed that Nathaniel regretted everything. He told her he was sorry and suggested they reconcile.

In the dream, Cecilia didn’t hesitate at all and agreed.

Yet, not long after, Nathaniel abandoned her again and disappeared.

When Cecilia opened her eyes, she reached up and touched the corner of her eyes, where tears. were still clinging.

Dreams reflect waking thoughts. Cecilia never dared to hope that Nathaniel would regret anything, nor did she dare to think about whether she would even forgive him if he did.

Outside, the heavy rain continued to pour relentlessly.

After getting up and freshening up, Cecilia decided she didn’t want to wait any longer. She was just about to call Nathaniel and ask him to go to the City Hall together.

The door was knocked on.

She thought it was Calvin, so she walked over to open it.

Standing at the door was Mason, dressed in a standard suit with gold–rimmed glasses.

Mason was Nathaniel’s special assistant. With his skills, finding this place had been no trouble at all.

“Mr. Sanders, what brings you here?” Cecilia asked.

Mason glanced inside the house but saw no man present. He said politely but indifferently, “Ms. Smith, Mr. Rainsworth asked me to bring you back.”

Ms. Smith, huh? The same title, every day for three years.

Cecilia had long since gotten used to it. She lowered her eyelashes. “I’m not going back. Since you’re here, please help me contact Mr. Rainsworth and tell him to meet me today to handle the divorce.”

The cooling–off period wouldn’t exceed three months. It could be settled him herself only to endure more questioning.

Mason was momentarily stunned.

He knew about the divorce dispute between Cecilia and Nathaniel, but he hadn’t witnessed it in person.

After all, Cecilia used to cling to Nathaniel like an inseparable shadow, no matter how hard he tried to shake her off.

Mason furrowed his brow slightly. “Ms. Smith, let me give you some advice. You should know when to stop. Mr. Rainsworth is already very angry.”