When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 37 He Refuses To Believe

A frail and sweet voice echoed from the other end of the video, where a little boy, the spitting image of Jonathan, was lying on a hospital bed. His face was pale, and he was weakly calling out to Cecilia.

A wave of tenderness washed over Cecilia.

“Muacks, Eli!”

Elliot’s eyes held a hint of melancholy as he complained, “Mommy, you didn’t even call me last night to say goodnight.”

Compared to her elder son, Jonathan, who was considerate and mature, Elliot was a typical child who loved to be pampered and often lacked a sense of security at least, that was how Cecilia saw it.

“Sorry, I forgot, sweetie. Don’t be mad, okay, Eli?”

Given that Elliot had always been frail since childhood and was now diagnosed with leukemia, Cecilia paid him extra attention.

Elliot pouted. “I’ll let you off the hook this time. There won’t be a next time, you know.”

Watching the little one acting cute, the dark cloud hanging over Cecilia was instantly swept away, and she found herself repeatedly nodding in agreement.

“Where are Martha and Jonathan?” Cecilia asked.

Upon hearing this, Elliot feigned annoyance. “Had I known you were going to ask about them, I wouldn’t have bothered calling you.”

Cecilia was left in a state of bemusement at how her younger son played the part of scorned lover so well.

“All right, I won’t ask about them anymore. It’s getting late, so you should rest soon. Goodnight.”

After hanging up the phone, the smile on Elliot’s face vanished completely. He looked gloomily at his twin brother, who was sitting in front of his laptop.

“Mommy has been drinking again.”

Upon hearing this, Jonathan closed his laptop. “It seems I must return to Tudela first, to take care of her.”

“Yeah.” Elliot closed his eyes.

If it wasn’t for his health issues, he, too, wished to return and meet that despicable father of his.

Cecilia was unaware of the two youngsters‘ plans.

After freshening up, she lay down, clutching the two rabbit plushies.

Perhaps it was the unfamiliar bed, or maybe it was the encounter with Nathaniel earlier that day. but Cecilia didn’t sleep well, drifting in and out of a fitful slumber.

The next morning, when Cecilia woke up and glanced at the time, she saw it was only a little after five.

At that moment, she discovered an unread message.

It was from one of the personal bodyguards assigned to her by Calvin, Sven Lindberg.

Sven: Ms. Smith, after you returned yesterday, I noticed a car followed you here, and it hasn’t left since.

The message from Sven had been sent at three in the morning.

Cecilia replied: Is it still there now?

Sven: Yes.

Cecilia didn’t even need to think about it to know it was one of Nathaniel’s men.

She told Sven not to worry.

I’ve got to get closer to Nathaniel anyway. Him having someone keep an eye on me will only work in my favor.

After having breakfast, Cecilia stepped out, instructing the driver to head toward Rainsworth Group.

Meanwhile, in the CEO’s office at Rainsworth Group.

Nathaniel held that check worth millions, his mind filled with countless thoughts.

Fifty million… It seems that she has been doing well for herself over the past four years!

Overnight, Mason had someone investigate and report back about Cecilia.

Upon receiving a bit of news, he immediately reported to Nathaniel, “After checking the surveillance cameras, we only know that Ms. Smith appeared in the public area last night. We’ve checked the airport, high–speed train, and the like, but there’s no record of her coming or going. Just like before, it’s as if someone deliberately erased her tracks…”

Nathaniel pursed his thin lips tightly.

She had been gone for four years, so he refused to believe her sudden reappearance this time was a mere coincidence!

Mason hesitated for a moment before he spoke again. “Ms. Smith’s return this time is unusual. The people we sent reported that the area where she resides has incredibly tight security.”

“Yes, sir”

Nathaniel looked up at him. “If she runs away again this time, you guys can forget about remaining in Tudela as well”

After Mason left. Nathaniel’s mood remained heavy.

He was itching to have someone bring Cecilia over immediately, yet he was also curious to see what she was truly up to

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Not long after Mason left, he knocked and entered the room again.

“Mr. Rainsworth, it seems Ms. Smith is heading here