When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 315 A Lesson He Once Taught Her

Cecilia had no idea that her biological mother, Paula, had made a special trip to Sparaville that day. Nor did she know that Paula had seen her living in a rundown house and had left without making contact.

Paula’s reason for coming back wasn’t out of concern or love; it was for the eight billion in Norman’s possession.

A few days prior, Paula had received a call from Stella while she was still abroad. Stella had. informed her that Cecilia was alive and back in Tudela, even collaborating with Orion. Corporation.

Shocked and intrigued, Paula returned to her homeland. She had expected to find a changed, perhaps even thriving Cecilia. Instead, she found her daughter embroiled in a pitiful legal battle for divorce with Nathaniel, living in a dilapidated home, clinging to a close relationship with a nanny.

Disappointed and dismissive, Paula instructed the driver to return to Tudela. On the road back, she called her son, Magnus. “I saw Cecilia today,” she said, her voice cold. “There’s no way that eight billion belongs to her. You must find a way to secure that money.”

If she had that much money, why would she be living in a place like this?

Magnus, equally determined, replied, “Don’t worry, Mom.”

After a brief pause, Magnus asked, “Mom, when Cecilia saw you, did she say anything? Does she know about what happened between my sister and Dad?”

The “sister” Magnus referred to wasn’t Cecilia.

“Of course, she doesn’t know,” Paula replied with a touch of disdain. “I wouldn’t let Cassandra know that she has such a useless little sister.”

Cecilia might not have been living in luxury, but she was far from the pitiful state Paula imagined.

Over the years, Cecilia had composed numerous melodies, earning a substantial income.

Growing up with Martha, she had experienced firsthand the difficulties of poverty, especially when they couldn’t afford a hearing aid for her. She understood the strain such challenges could place on an ordinary family.

Every year, Cecilia set aside a portion of her earnings to help children battling the same illness. she had faced.

The reason she chose to live in the humble home in Sparaville was simple–it was Martha’s home, and it was where she had spent her childhood.

These were things Paula would never understand.

That evening, after ensuring that Martha was comfortably resting, Cecilia prepared dinner for herself and Nathaniel. She deliberately made dishes he didn’t like, including carrots, which she knew he despised.

Nathaniel couldn’t serve himself, so he ate whatever Cecilia put on his plate. “Eat more carrots, they’re good for your health,” she said, watching him closely.

Nathaniel had never been able to stand carrots, but when Cecilia suggested it, he forced himself to eat, slowly chewing the vegetable. “Okay,” he replied, his tone obedient.

He was unbelievably compliant now, and it made Cecilia feel a pang of guilt as she noticed the bruise on his forehead. “After you finish eating, remember to wash the dishes,” she said.

“Can I buy a dishwasher?” Nathaniel suddenly asked.

Although Mason often sneaked in to help with the housework, there were times when he couldn’t come.

Before Cecilia could refuse, Nathaniel added, “And maybe a robotic vacuum cleaner too. If possible, we could also hire a few part–timers.”

Cecilia considered it for a moment. “Dishwashers and robotic vacuum cleaners are fine, but I draw the line at part–timers. I don’t like strangers in my home.”NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

She recalled the time when she was married to Nathaniel and living in Daltonia Villa. Back then, she had managed all the household affairs herself. During a particularly busy period, she had asked Nathaniel if they could hire part–timers.

His response had been cold and dismissive. “I don’t like strangers in my home,” he had said. “You’re already an exception. If you can’t handle Daltonia Villa’s matters, then go back to the Smith residence.”

Looking back, Cecilia realized it had never been about disliking strangers; it had been about making her life difficult.

If Nathaniel didn’t like having housekeepers or part–timers around, how did he manage before? Did he clean. up after himself?

“Okay.”

Upon hearing this, Cecilia took out a card and placed it next to Nathaniel’s hand. “The password. is 247967,” she said, watching his reaction.

Nathaniel’s fingers brushed against the card, and he looked surprised. “I could have bought those things myself,” he said softly.

Cecilia ignored his comment and continued, “There’s one million two hundred thousand on this card. From now on, I’ll transfer the same amount to your account every month. After you ma purchases, remember to keep track of the expenses and report them to me.”

“After all, my just grow on tree,” she added.