When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 317 Replacing Nathaniel

Cecelia hadn’t expected Nathaniel to finish his shopping so quickly, let alone prepare breakfast.

She glanced at the breakfast spread on the table: scrambled eggs, bread, milk, and an assortment of fruits. The table was brimming with delicious options.

Upon hearing her footsteps, Nathaniel looked over. “I prepared a bit of everything because I wasn’t sure what you liked to eat.”

“And here are the receipts,” he added.

Cecelia looked at the receipts, genuinely surprised that Nathaniel had followed through as instructed. “I thought you had lost your sight. How did you manage to buy all these things?”

Nathaniel placed a glass of milk in front of her and said, “I can communicate using voice input on my phone.”

Without any doubts, Cecelia lowered her head and drank the milk, which was still warm from. being heated.

After having a few more bites of her bread, Cecelia deliberately made things difficult for him. “I’m not used to eating breakfast from the store.”

Upon hearing this, Nathaniel was taken aback. “But I don’t know how to bake or cook.”

In fact, he wanted to try making breakfast carly this morning but didn’t know where to start.

Despite losing his memory, Nathaniel could still understand the office documents that Mason I over.

However, when it came to cooking, he had no prior knowledge of it.

“But you used to know how to cook, didn’t you?” Cecelia questioned him.

She remembered the photos Stella had sent her back then, showing Nathaniel preparing some amazing dishes.

Back when Stella and Nathaniel were together, he used to cook some amazing dishes.

Nathaniel choked up. “Maybe. But I can’t recall anything about that now.”

Cecelia took another sip of her milk and murmured, “I didn’t know how to cook before eit dib was you who complained that the food we bought from outside was unhygienic.”

“I can learn,” Nathaniel immediately assured her.

“All right. I hope you can learn to cook well,” she said.

Not wanting to waste food, Cecelia finished the breakfast on the table. As she got up to leave, she couldn’t help but offer a reminder. “Be careful not to burn yourself when you’re cooking.”

Despite her casual mention, Nathaniel took it to heart, feeling deeply touched.

After spending the day learning Braille and reviewing some documents, he began to delve into cooking.

Both Martha and Cecelia were dumbstruck when they saw how engrossed Nathaniel was in watching videos to learn how to cook in the kitchen.

Meanwhile, at the Rainsworth residence. Nicholas had taken over Nathaniel’s room since the day he returned.

Elena had managed to keep Nathaniel’s injury a secret. Despite rumors circulating about his loss of sight, no one had verified the truth.NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

Thus, even people like Niel and Adrian, who knew about Nathaniel’s twin brother, never suspected that the current head of Rainsworth Group was not Nathaniel.

Moreover, Nicholas had been plagued by a serious illness since childhood, which prevented him from venturing out in public.

Before he reached adulthood, his illness had become so severe that the family had to send him overseas for treatment.

No one would have imagined that someone as ill and helpless as Nicholas could recover and return to the country.

Over the past few days, Elena had been filling Nicholas in on everything that had happened with Nathaniel during his years of absence.

Nicholas sat quietly in the chair, listening intently. His face, strikingly similar to Nathaniel’s, displayed an unusually gentle expression.

“Mom, are you expecting me to replace him for the rest of my life? Nicholas asked, looking up at Elena as she spoke with excitement.

Startled, Elena maintained a calm facade but couldn’t help clenching her fists. “Nicholas, the doctor said Nathaniel has lost his sight and will never regain his vision. Even if he could, the Rainsworth family would never allow a blind man to remain as the CEO of the company.”

Elena didn’t bother to beat around the bush.

Upon hearing this, Nicholas fell silent and stood up, ready to leave.

“Where are you going?” Elena asked, fearing that if he left now, others might notice something unusual.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going far. I’ll just be outside, trying to process my thoughts.” Nicholas replied, gazing out at the heavy snowfall. “You know, my life has been miserable the last few years.”

While strolling around the house, Nicholas bumped into the two little ones.