When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 255 Mental Disorder

When someone has made up their mind to leave you, no matter how hard you search, they will never appear.

Nathaniel reflected deeply on his experiences.

This time, however, was different from the last. He was so calm that it was actually terrifying.

Mason followed him back to Daltonia Villa, watching as he entered Cecilia’s room.

Inside the room, everything remained as it was, with the pile of gifts untouched.

Nathaniel didn’t say a word. He walked over and began to unwrap the gifts one by one. No one knew the amount of effort he had put in to buy the classic outfits that Cecilia had wanted in the past, as well as the branded luxury items from yesteryears.

“Mason, get someone to organize these items neatly. When she returns, she should be able to spot them instantly.”

“Understood.”

Mason hurriedly got a part–timer to come.

Nathaniel was carefully unwrapping the gifts when he asked, “How’s the construction of the Smith Corporation building going?”

“We have two months until completion,” Mason replied.

“Will it be completed by the time she returns?” Nathaniel asked solemnly.

Mason was genuinely startled by the current state of Nathaniel, quickly nodding in response.

At that moment, the jeweler happened to come over.

The manager went upstairs and upon seeing Nathaniel engrossed in his work, he promptly asked, “Mr. Rainsworth, as per your request, we’ve custom–made a hundred wedding rings. Would you like Mrs. Rainsworth to come over and make a selection?”

Mrs. Rainsworth….

This unfamiliar form of address left Nathaniel momentarily stunned. Then he responded, “Keep them. Cecilia will choose once she returns.”

“Alright then.” The manager hurriedly instructed someone to secure the rings before leaving.

It was at this time that Mason found out that Nathaniel had actually proposed to Cecilia with an engagement ring.

He remembered back when they got married, the wedding ring was bought by him without much thought.

At that moment, Mason couldn’t bear to see Nathaniel sink into his current state.

“Mr. Rainsworth, Ms. Smith simply doesn’t deserve such treatment from you. She already has a child with Calvin!”

Nathaniel’s icy gaze fell upon him. “Haven’t I taught you not to meddle in other people’s affairs?”

Mason lowered his head when Nathaniel approached him.

“If you find yourself with nothing better to do, unwrap these gifts and put them away.”

“Understood.”

Nathaniel walked outside when his phone rang. Subconsciously, he thought it was Cecilia calling, but upon answering, he saw it was instead.

“Nathaniel, Zach is inviting us over today to see his son.”This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

“I’m busy.

Nathaniel hung up the phone without hesitation.

Until he knew where Cecilia was, he didn’t want to see anyone.

Ironically, Stell was to be on the receiving end of someone’s wrath.

She was afraid that Nathaniel would learn about what happened with Zachary. Thus, she rushed over and forced her way in. Only then did she notice that something was off about the atmosphere inside the mansion.

“Nathaniel.”

Nathaniel almost forgot that she even existed.

She pretended to have rescued my mother and Zachary, and now, she has the audacity to come looking for me?

Nathaniel was sitting on the couch, looking up at her. “What do you need my help with this time?” he asked.

Stella thought he was still in the dark. Tears began to roll down her cheeks as she said, “I’m sorry. Sean is nothing but a scoundrel. When we were abroad, he forced me into it. Because of him, I once had a mental breakdown, nearly ending up in a psychiatric hospital. The doctor said I had selective amnesia when it came to him…”

Nathaniel had his bodyguard toss the two blood test reports in Stella’s face.

Of course, his information wasn’t solely based on them. When he was searching for Cecilia, he also had people look into the events back then.

No one would have thought that Stella would actually take credit for Cecilia’s life–saving exploits.

“Even when you’re back here, you also have a mental illness. Your schizophrenia has caused to become an impostor, hasn’t it?” Nathaniel’s thin lips barely parted as he spoke.

Stella felt her body go limp, almost collapsing onto the ground. “Nathaniel,” she implored, “let me explain. I really did save Mdm. Elena. It was just that Cecilia was the one who donated the blood. At that time, both of us-”

Before she could finish her sentence, Nathaniel had already lost his patience.

“It seems you really do have a mental disorder.” He looked toward the bodyguard. “Take Ms. Ross. to the psychiatric hospital for treatment.”