When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 228 The Twin

Cecilia stood at the entrance of the courtyard, her mind swirling with thoughts. Miranda’s words. had planted a seed of doubt within her, and despite her better judgment, she found herself drawn toward the courtyard, compelled to uncover whatever secret lay hidden within.

The courtyard was immaculate, with the sweet scent of an osmanthus tree permeating the air. This scent stirred something deep within Cecilia, a sense of familiarity she couldn’t quite place.. She knew she had been here before, but the memories were buried deep, lost to the passage of time.

As she walked further into the courtyard, her gaze fell upon a vermillion wooden house tucked away amidst the greenery. Step by step, she approached the house, her heart pounding in her chest. She reached out and pushed open the wooden door.

Squeak!

The door creaked as it slowly swung open, revealing the room inside. All the furniture was draped in cloths, as if hiding something from view, concealing secrets that time had forgotten.

Cecilia’s heart raced with a mix of curiosity and trepidation. What exactly did Miranda want me to see?

She lifted one of the cloth, revealing the furniture beneath. As she did, a small object fell to the ground with a clatter.

Startled, Cecilia bent down to pick up the object–a picture frame. When she saw the image. within it, she froze in shock..

The picture was a group photo of two identical children standing side by side. One of the boys. had a cold, aloof expression, while the other’s eyes were curved in a warm, friendly smile. I

In the bottom corner of the photograph, there was a line of small text that read: Older brother, Nathaniel; younger brother, Nicholas.

Nathaniel… and Nicholas.

Cecilia’s breath caught in her throat. A sudden sense of unease washed over her, an inexplicable feeling of dread.

She quickly began pulling back the remaining cloths, uncovering more photographs hidden beneath. Each one was a variation of the same theme–group photos of the two brothers, but not just from their childhood. Some photos were from their youth as well.

In one photograph, the man on the right, dressed in a formal suit, had a stern, indifferent expression. The man on the left, clad in casual attire, bore a gentle, kind look. Though the two- men bore striking resemblances to each other, it was clear to anyone looking that they were not the same person.

The small caption at the bottom of this photo read: Elder brother, Nathaniel; younger brother, Nicholas.

Cecilia felt a sudden boom in her head, as if her world had been turned upside down.

How could I have been mistaken all these years? But from the very beginning, it was Nathaniel whom I had always loved. How could I have possibly been so wrong?

Her hands trembled as she tightly clutched the photo, desperate to find more clues, more answers. Suddenly, she heard voices approaching the door. Panicking, she knew she had to leave before she was discovered.

She quickly exited through the back door, clutching the photograph to her chest, her face pale and her mind reeling. She needed to find Nathaniel, to demand answers.

Why have I never known he had a twin brother?

The chill in the air did little to calm her racing thoughts as she hurried toward the venue of the banquet, her mind a whirlwind of confusion and doubt.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Not far off, on the second floor of the house, Miranda stood on the balcony, a glass of red wine in her hand, a faint, satisfied smile playing on her lips. “It seems my guess was correct,” she murmured to herself, setting down the glass before heading off to join the party.

At the banquet, the atmosphere was one of harmony and celebration, the clinking of glasses and the hum of conversation filling the air.

But all of that changed the moment Cecilia appeared. Her disheveled hair, the rain–soaked clothes, and the look of despair on her face drew all eyes to her.

In the midst of the bustling crowd, Nathaniel noticed her immediately. His dark eyes narrowed as he set down his wine glass and swiftly made his way toward her. Irritation was clear in his voice as he asked, “What are you doing here?”

Cecilia looked up at him, her eyes searching his face for any hint of the truth. But the man standing before her did not resemble the Nathaniel she had known in her childhood. A veil of tears blurred her vision as she choked out, “I have something I need to ask you.”