When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 440 Showing Off

Wren knew Cecilia was a good girl. It was unfortunate that she had married into their family.

He was the type who didn’t like to meddle in affairs. At home, everything was managed and decided by Nathaniel and Elena.

“Take good care of each other from now on,” Wren said.

He was not one for sweet talk, but his words were sincere.

Cecilia nodded in agreement.

After Wren left, Cecilia’s biological mother, Paula, and her younger brother, Magnus, arrived early.

Paula was dressed in luxurious clothing, arm–in–arm with her second husband, Ralph, smiling, radiantly. When she ran into familiar faces, she didn’t forget to mention that her daughter’s engagement was today..

Cecilia thought back to her own engagement to Nathaniel, when Paula had received. congratulations from others but had sneered, “Marrying into the Rainsworth family is us reaching above our station. I don’t know if Cecilia can handle it. If not, won’t it just end in divorce?”

Ironically, her words had come true–they were now indeed on the verge of divorce.

Nathaniel had disappeared somewhere and had not returned yet, while Cecilia was waiting for Vivian and Jonathan to arrive.

Not long after, Vivian arrived, but strangely, Jonathan wasn’t with her.

“Vivian, where’s Jon?” Cecilia asked, a little concerned.

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Vivian gestured behind her. “My dad took him to show off. It’ll probably take a while for him to get here.”

She knew her father well enough. When he started bragging about Jonathan, he’d lose all sense of time.

“Oh, by the way, where’s your husband?” Vivian glanced around, not spotting Nathaniel anywhere.

Originally, she hadn’t even received an invitation to the event.

After all, the Kennedy family was just a small fry compared to the Rainsworths.

But now, since she was about to be engaged to Zachary, she naturally found herself riding on the coattails of that connection.

“Are you Ms. Kennedy? Can we talk?” Sure enough, someone soon approached Vivian, eager to forge a connection.

Vivian was immediately pulled into the conversation. Feeling slightly embarrassed, she glanced apologetically at Cecilia.

Cecilia reassured her that it was fine and told her to go ahead and handle her business.

Vivian then moved on to join the group of wealthy ladies in conversation.

In high society, it was all about interests. These people had already done their research before arriving. Vivian was the Sinclair family’s future daughter–in–law, her status not inferior to that of Cassandra, who was marrying Nicholas.

If they could establish a connection with her, it could benefit their family businesses in the future.

Cecilia had once been treated similarly. Yet, when everyone noticed she wasn’t favored by Nathaniel, they had quickly distanced themselves.

“If you had listened to me, you wouldn’t be hiding in the corner alone now.”

A familiar voice rang out. Paula had somehow appeared beside Cecilia.

“Look at our Cassandra now,” Paula continued, pride gleaming in her eyes. “She’s not only an internationally renowned dancer, but she’s also going to be Mrs. Rainsworth. Her future is limitless. And you? Your life has already hit a dead end.”

As Paula spoke of Cassandra, her face was full of smugness and pride.

Cecilia observed her and thought of the information she had had investigated. The more she thought about it, the more convinced she became that Cassandra was not just Paula’s stepdaughter.

Testing the waters, she asked, “Cassandra isn’t even your biological daughter. What good is her success to you?”

Given Paula’s usual temperament, such a comment would have infuriated her. Yet now, Paula remained calm and indifferent, showing no signs of being upset.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Seeing this, Cecilia became even more certain of her suspicions.

Raising her hand, she said, “There’s something on your head. Hold still.”

As she spoke, she pretended to brush off some dust, using the opportunity to discreetly pluck a few strands of Paula’s hair.

Paula winced in pain and frowned. “What was that?”

“Whatever it was that stuck, it’s gone now,” Cecilia replied, carefully pocketing the strands of hair.