When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 39 A Questionable Lapse In Memory

Nathaniel had once seen Cecelia’s medical reports and was aware that she suffered from severe depression.

He had also researched the illness and knew it resulted in memory loss, but his research never mentioned anything about forgetting someone entirely!

They had known each other for over a decade!

Seeing that Nathaniel remained silent, Cecelia looked at him and asked, “You’re not who has hurt me in the past, are you? Otherwise, why wouldn’t I remember you?”

Those words pierced Nathaniel’s heart.

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His lips slightly parted, and his voice was laced with a hint of frostiness as he replied, “Ms. Smith, you’re overthinking. This is but a chance meeting.”

Nathaniel came to a conclusion. If Cecelia wanted to act, then he would play along.

After all, from beginning to end, he never really felt as though they were a married couple.

Before leaving, Nathaniel had someone sign a collaboration contract with Cecilia.

After returning to his office, Nathaniel started smoking incessantly again.

The thought of Cecelia’s words lingered in his mind. You’re not someone who has hurt me in the past, are you? Otherwise, why wouldn’t I remember you?Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

He felt as though his heart was suffocating.

By the time Mason entered Nathaniel’s office, the room was swirling with smoke.

Ever since Cecelia vanished four years ago, Nathaniel’s smoking habit had spiraled out of control.

Mason wondered, Why are things still the same after she’s back?

Meanwhile, Nathaniel shot Mason a dark gaze and ordered, “Investigate something for me. I don’t care how you do it, but I need to know what exactly happened to Cecelia in these past four years!”

Mason was taken aback. “Mr.

informationsworth, I had sent people to investigate earlier, but they

couldn’t find any information. Her records abroad have always been kept strictly confidential.”

“Then mobilize other overseas resources to investigate!”

Nathaniel’s insistence left Mason stunned once again.

Mason knew clearly what Nathaniel meant by other resources. Nathaniel had never mobilized those means aside from the time he was competing to become the head of the Rainsworth family.

And he’s doing it for Cecilia now?

Mason didn’t dare to question his boss‘ motives; he could only follow instructions.

“Of course. I’ll get in touch with the folks over there right away,” declared Mason.

After a gap of four years, most people at Rainsworth Group didn’t recognize Cecilia, so her visit to the company over collaboration matters didn’t draw much attention.

On her way back, Cecilia had the driver reroute to a cemetery in the western suburbs.

Before her arrival, as was her usual practice, she purchased a bunch of white daisies. Once she reached her father’s gravesite, she placed them there.

“Dad, I’m back. I’m sorry it took me so long to come see you.”

Compared to before, she was extraordinarily calm at that moment.

Standing alone before the tombstone, she softly recounted everything that had transpired over the years.

“Originally, I wanted to bring Jon and Eli back with me so you could meet them. But I’m afraid that Nathaniel and the Rainsworth family will take the boys away for me if they find out about them. So, I had no choice but to leave them overseas. I know you won’t blame me for this.”

Cecilia knew better than anyone how much the Rainsworth family desired a grandson.

She dared not risk Jonathan and Elliot’s safety.

While she was speaking, her cell phone’s ringtone interrupted her speech. Cecelia looked at her phone screen and realized it was a call from Sven.

“Ms. Smith, someone’s here,” informed Sven.

“All right.”

After ending the call, Cecelia turned around, ready to leave.

At the end of the road, she saw an all–too–familiar figure.

Dressed in a fitting lugrean suit, Zachary was standing afar, holding a large bunch of daisies. His gaze was firmly fixed on Cecelia.

Something shifted in Cecelia’s gaze, but she quickly schooled her expression.

She approached Zachary, her high heels clicking with each step she took.

Zachary froze on the spot. The daisies he held in his hands suddenly felt as heavy as lead.

He remained in a daze for a long while, feeling as though everything happening around him was just like a dream.

Unlike Nathaniel, he had already come to terms with the fact that Cecelia had passed away.

Today marked the memorial of Cecelia’s father. To atone for his sins, he came to pay respects on behalf of Cecelia.

But now, Cecelia was actually alive. She had just appeared so vividly before his own eyes.