When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 32 Have You Fallen For Her

Upon hearing their conversation, Mason intervened.

It wasn’t that he loved to meddle in others‘ affairs, but rather, he had a knack for reading people’s expressions.

In recent times, apart from his work, Nathaniel’s main activities were sending out men to search for Cecilia, as well as suppressing Calvin’s business.

In Mason’s perspective, this series of behaviors was definitely not just because Nathaniel disliked Cecilia.

As the days passed by, Nathaniel never once gave up on his search for Cecilia.

On Christmas Eve, a heavy snow was falling.

In the past, Cecilia would always accompany Nathaniel back to Rainsworth Manor to celebrate Christmas Eve.

But this year was different – Nathaniel returned alone.

Unlike the lively banter he engaged in when Cecilia first passed away, Nathaniel was now mostly sitting alone, barely willing to speak. The icy cold aura surrounding him was so intense, it deterred anyone from approaching him.

He came in a rush, and just as hurriedly, he returned to Daltonia Villa.

Outside the villa, a blanket of pristine white snow had accumulated, presenting a pleasing sight to the eye.

But for some reason, he kept feeling like something was missing..

Nathaniel stood in front of the floor–to–ceiling window, lighting one cigarette after another.

“Cecilia, you better hope I don’t find you!”

Behind him, someone pushed the door open..

Nathaniel turned around, only to see his mother, Elena, elegantly dressed in luxurious attire, entering

“Nathaniel, what’s really going on with you? I feel like ever since Cecilia’s death, you’ve become a completely different person.”

Nathaniel remained indifferent.

He remained unchanged, from beginning to end!

Unable to hold back any longer, Elena voiced her confusion, “Don’t tell me you’ve fallen for Cecilia? But she’s no longer here.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Nathaniel declared, “As if she’s worthy!”

Elena wanted to say something more, but Nathaniel sternly showed her the door.

The moment she left, Nathaniel sat alone in the living room, drinking.

He couldn’t recall how much he had drunk, only that he drank until he lost consciousness.

Even though the heater was on, Nathaniel still felt cold. “Cecilia, Cecilia…”© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

The clock struck twelve.

When Nathaniel woke up from his drunken stupor, he thought he saw Cecilia.

But when he reached out to grab her, everything turned into nothingness…

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the same time in Seabay Villa, Zachary was also not asleep.

His phone kept ringing with calls from Stella. When he didn’t pick up, she started sending text messages.

Without even glancing at his phone, Zachary switched it off.

Subsequently, he took out the emerald pendant he always carried with him. He held it tightly, his fingertips gently caressing its surface.

Four years later, at Erihal Airport.

A group of two adults and a child was particularly eye–catching.

The young woman in the group wore her long hair simply pinned up. She had a hearing aid in her ear, and her face was exquisitely beautiful. Particularly striking were her eyes, lively yet possessing a depth of melancholy uncommon for her age.

Beside her sat a little boy, around three or four years old. He was dressed in simple casual clothes,

yet he carried an air of understated elegance.

The young one was engrossed, holding a copy of a financial newspaper in his hands.

On the other side of the little one sat Martha, who was already over fifty years old.

“It’s time, Jon. Make sure you listen to Grandma Martha, all right?” After glancing at the clock, Cecilia tenderly patted her son’s head.

Upon hearing the words, Jonathan Smith obediently closed the newspaper, quietly covering the page about Nathaniel. Then, with a serious demeanor, he responded, “I will.”

The little one was barely over three years old, yet he behaved like a miniature adult.

Cecilia gazed at the boy who bore a striking resemblance to Nathaniel and couldn’t help but hold. him a little tighter. “You must also take good care of your younger brother.

Beside her, Martha gently patted her shoulder.

“Go on. I’ll take good care of the two boys,” she assured Cecilia.

Nodding, Cecilia dragged her suitcase onto the plane bound for Tudela.