When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 396 Stood Up For Her

Adrian saw Nathaniel sitting alone to the side and remained relentlessly persistent.

He could still remember how Nathaniel once carried himself with an air of invincibility before his troubles began.

Glancing over at Nicholas and noticing that he made no move to intervene on Nathaniel’s behalf, Adrian boldly approached with a glass of wine in hand.

“Nathaniel, if you drink the wine from my hand and apologize to me now, I’ll let bygones be bygones.” Adrian swirled the red wine in his hand, spat into it, and then offered it up.Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

Nathaniel didn’t even lift his head to acknowledge him.

When Adrian realized he was being completely ignored, he was instantly infuriated. Leaning down, he lowered his voice and sneered, “Do you still see yourself as the old Nathaniel? Crushing you now is as easy as squashing an ant. You’d better learn your place.”

Others around cast glances their way, but none dared to step forward and offer help.

Nathaniel’s hand gradually tightened, clenching into a fist. He was just about to swing it toward Adrian, when suddenly, a familiar voice echoed.

“Nathaniel, why are you here alone? Why didn’t you wait for me?”

It was Cecilia.

Cecilia had just arrived when she saw Nathaniel sitting quietly in the corner, being bullied by others.

She remembered how Nathaniel had once helped her in the past. Now, he was suffering from amnesia and blindness and was still the father of her two children. She couldn’t just stand by and watch him be taken advantage of.

When Nathaniel heard Cecilia’s voice, he immediately unclenched his fists, stood up, and put on a pitiful facade as he walked toward her, saying, “Ceci, I thought you wouldn’t come.”

Cecilia’s sudden arrival caught everyone’s attention. Even Nicholas, who had been quietly sipping his coffee at the head of the table, shifted his gaze toward them.

He swallowed hard, suddenly feeling as if the coffee in his hand had grown warmer.

Cecilia approached Nathaniel, naturally taking his hand in hers. She then turned to Adrian, her eyes locking onto his slightly mischievous expression. “Adrian, Nathaniel hasn’t fully recovered yet, so he shouldn’t be drinking. Why don’t you have it instead?”

She had seen Adrian spit into his drink.

The Rainsworth family was truly an eve–onenor fo=L-

Adrian hadn’t expected Cecilia to actually show up. Seeing her now, dressed in such splendid. attire, she was a far cry from the ugly duckling she used to be.

“If he can’t drink, then you, his wife, should drink for him!”

Adrian only wanted to seize this opportunity to embarrass Nathaniel, who had once humiliated. him.

He held the wine up to Cecilia’s lips, promising that if she dared not to drink, they would certainly not leave the Rainsworth Manor unscathed.

Cecilia looked at the glass of red wine handed to her and, noticing the onlookers around her waiting for a show, was about to take it.

However, before she could even reach out, a cool, detached voice rang out. “That’s enough.”

It was Nicholas.

He rose to his feet and moved toward the trio.

“Today’s New Year’s Day, let’s not make things unpleasant.”

Nicholas‘ voice was gentle, yet it carried an underlying warning.

Looking at his face, identical to Nathaniel’s, Adrian reluctantly let go.

It was clear from the start that Nicholas wasn’t on Nathaniel’s side, so why was he suddenly stepping in to help now?

Especially considering the strained relationship between the two brothers in the past.

Once Adrian let go, everything seemed to return to its peaceful state.

Despite wearing a hearing aid, Cecilia could still hear the mocking voices around her.

“Now the blind is paired with the deaf–what a perfect match,” someone sneered.

Nathaniel, though blind, had exceptional hearing and caught every word clearly.

Yet, he remained exceptionally calm, a faint smile in his eyes. “You know, Ceci, you could never get enough of these cupcakes. Look, I saved this one just for you.”

Cecilia lowered her gaze and saw a stack of her favorite cupcakes on the table in front of her.

Was this really the same Nathaniel who, in the past, would readily leave the room at the slightest hint of an insult, all because he was too sensitive to criticism?