When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 982 Poaching His Business

“Have you told anyone else about this matter, other than me?” asked Nicholas.

Paula gave it some thought. “I’ve only told the caregiver and Cecilia herself. The caregiver is very trustworthy. She wouldn’t spread the word around.”

Nicholas nodded.

“Mr. Rainsworth, I now know who truly cares for me, and I deeply regret my past actions,” Paula confessed quietly.

The man didn’t harbor any sympathy for her. “I always remember how Cecilia used to tell me when we were young that she wished her mother could be happy, but she didn’t know how to make that happen.”

Upon hearing these words, Paula felt as if her throat had been slashed by a knife.

“I’m… I’m such an irresponsible mother.”

“If you had been kinder to her since she was a child, she probably wouldn’t have been constantly belittled and bullied. She wouldn’t start living her own life only now,” Nicholas stated, his eyes as calm as a still lake. “How can a daughter find happiness when her own mother doesn’t love her, but demeans her every day instead?”

Paula’s slender hand, akin to a withered branch, clenched her blanket as she trembled slightly. Tears trickled down her cheeks involuntarily.

She thought she would never cry again, but upon hearing all this, she couldn’t help herself.

“Mr. Rainsworth, will you please take care of her on my behalf after I die? I know I no longer have the right to see her.”

Rather than answer her directly, the man replied, “I’ll make time to visit you in the future. If there’s anything you’ve been wanting to do for the longest time for Ceci, take this chance to do it.”

“I will.” Gratitude filled Paula’s eyes.

By the time Magnus returned, Nicholas had already left.

He discarded the fruits, not even sparing Paula a glance, and went to join Nicholas.

The woman silently observed his biological son. He was just like Cassandra, completely indifferent to her own life and death.

Perhaps they had all inherited their own selfish and cold–hearted genes.

Letting go of any resentment toward them, she summoned the caregiver, asking for help with purchasing yarn used for knitting scarves and other items.

“It’s almost summer. Why do you want to knit a scarf?” the caregiver asked in puzzlement.

Paula slowly responded, “When Ceci was younger, she always admired how other mothers would knit scarves for their daughters, but I never made her anything. I’d like to do that now.”

Meanwhile, Cecilia stood on the balcony of Daltonia Villa as a gentle breeze bew was thrush hot, just comfortably pleasant

The most comforting thing was that Jessica wasn’t around anymore as Nathaniel had probibited her tom coming to the villa. Each time she came, she was driven away,

“If she really wanted to die, she would have done it a long time app” Nathanted comment Initially thinking that Jessica was serious about her intentions, he gradually realized that the the scally want to die.

The man hadn’t returned to the room yet due to some urgent news he just recéves.

“You’re saying someone beat us to the plot we were negotiating for?” he asked

Mason cautiously replied, “Yes. It was only when our project manager went over to disons marrezker tonight that we found out.”

This was the first time anyone had dared to do such a thing to Nathaniel.

Who could be so unaware of their place?

What Nathaniel was even more curious about was how the other party had come up with the idea to vize the land. That piece of land was still very important to him.

He was planning to establish a new business hub there!

“Did you find out who did it?”Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

After a lengthy silence, Mason finally spoke. “I did.”

“Who is it?”

“It seems to be Mrs. Rainsworth…” Mason stammered.

Tonight, he had set out to confront the person poaching Nathaniel’s business–only to learn that it was Cecilia who had bought the property.

Nathaniel couldn’t believe it. “Are you kidding me?”

“It was indeed Mrs. Rainsworth, Mason confirmed. “She bought it under Orion Corporation’s name.”

Under Orion Corporation’s name?

Nathaniel found himself reflecting on the questions that Cecilia had asked him a few days ago.