When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 328 So Cold

When Calvin returned this time, it wasn’t just for Cecilia–he was also here to reclaim the industries he had been forced to yield to Nathaniel in the past.

He knew that the current person running Rainsworth Group wasn’t the real Nathaniel, so he had little to worry about.

Mason, on the other hand, never anticipated that Calvin would be so audacious. But with Nathaniel’s memory loss, Mason naturally wouldn’t relay to him the sharp words Calvin had spoken.

However, Calvin was determined to make Nathaniel face reality, and he wasn’t going to back down.

Meanwhile, Nathaniel sat at home, busily working on his Braille computer, anxiously waiting for Cecilia to return. It was already eight in the evening, and yet she still hadn’t come back. Normally, she would have been home by now.

Just then, a message alert chimed on his phone. He quickly picked it up, and the message automatically played aloud, “Mr. Rainsworth, it’s Calvin. Just letting you know, Ceci has been with me all day, so she’ll be coming home a bit late.”

Upon hearing this, Nathaniel’s expression darkened. He no longer had the heart to continue. working and abruptly left the room.

Outside, the wind and snow were fierce. Nathaniel stood there, his brow furrowed as the cold. wind bit at his skin. He pulled out a phone designed for the visually impaired and dialed Cecilia’s number a number he had secretly saved without her knowing.

On the other side, Cecilia was still driving home after a long day spent with Elliot. The snow was falling heavily, making the road slippery and difficult to see. She was forced to drive slowly, mindful of the treacherous conditions.

Just then, her phone rang. Without checking the caller ID, she answered, “Hello.”

“Where are you?” Nathaniel’s icy voice echoed through the phone.Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Cecilia didn’t notice anything strange about his tone and replied, “I’m on the road.”

But no sooner had the words left her mouth than her car suddenly skidded. Unable to see clearly through the snowfall, she accidentally steered the car toward the side of the road.

With a loud crash, the car slammed into a tree, causing the airbags to deploy instantly. Cecilia was jolted, nearly knocked senseless as her phone slipped from her grasp and fell under the car seat.

Fortunately, since she had been driving slowly, she wasn’t injured, but the car was temporarily out of commission. She had no choice but to turn on the hazard lights.

Cecilia struggled to reach her phone but couldn’t grasp it. Left with no other options, she decided to exit the car and look for help.

On the other end, Nathaniel heard the commotion through the phone. He tried calling her back, but there was no response. With a blizzard raging and night falling, there were no cars on the road, and Cecilia was left stranded.

She waited for a long time, shivering uncontrollably in the cold. Ever since returning to Sparaville, she hadn’t encountered any real danger, so she had told Sven that there was no need for constant protection. But now, with no one around to help, she was left to fend for herself.

With no other choice, Cecilia began the long walk home, deciding to wait until morning when the snow would hopefully stop, and she could call for a tow truck.

The freezing temperature bit at her, making her journey agonizingly slow. The cold intensified. her existing ear ailment, gradually muffling the sound of the wind to a faint whisper. She knew her hearing impairment was worsening.

After trudging for about ten minutes, Cecilia found herself surrounded by a blanket of white, unable to distinguish the path ahead. Dizzy and disoriented, she collapsed face–first into the snow. She was still conscious and instinctively protected her abdomen, but she couldn’t take another step.

“It’s so cold…” she muttered to herself, unaware that a tall figure was approaching her from not too far away.

Nathaniel had found her, but in her current state, she couldn’t hear him calling her name. It wasn’t until he enveloped her in his arms that she realized who had come to her rescue.

The house is at least a kilometer away from here. He can’t see, so how did he get here?

“Nathaniel… I’m so cold…” she murmured, her voice weak and trembling. Before she could ask how he had managed to find her, given his blindness, all she could think about was how cold she felt.

Without saying a word, Nathaniel picked her up and began walking back. “You knew it was cold, yet you came back so late?” he chided, his voice filled with concern.

Cecilia, unable to hear his words clearly, clung tightly to his clothes. Her hand involuntarily slipped inside his coat, seeking warmth. “So cold…” she whispered again.