When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 31 She Was Absolutely Not Dead.

He hadn’t finished explaining when an elderly man, covered in wounds, was thrown in by the bodyguards outside.

Zachary knew him; he seemed to be called Randy Larke.

Two days ago, Nathaniel had people locate Paula and Magnus, who had fled overseas. Only then did he find out that the person Cecilia was supposed to marry was Randy, not Calvin!

Therefore, he had the old man kidnapped.

Despite enduring a day and night of torment, Randy still had no clue about Cecilia’s whereabouts.

Nathaniel, with eyes as deep as an abyss, looked at him. “Do you still want to marry Cecilia?”

Randy, supporting his injured body, hastily prostrated himself.

“No, no, I dare not do it again..

He was then dragged out.

Even a fool could tell what his fate would be.

Nathaniel’s face was inscrutable as his gaze fell on Zachary. “Were you speaking on behalf of Cecilia just now?”

A lump formed in Zachary’s throat, leaving him without a rebuttal.

“I just feel that there’s no need to constantly target her.”

Nathaniel’s hand, which was holding the pen, slowly tightened, causing the veins on the back to bulge.

“She was the one who targeted me first.”

Once he finished speaking, Nathaniel stood up. “Zach, you don’t really believe she’s dead, do you? Have you never heard of the saying, ‘A calamity leaves its mark for a thousand years? A person like her absolutely won’t die!”

The way he said it seemed more like he was trying to convince himself.

The alarm on his phone went off. Nathaniel glanced at the time, realizing it was time to get off work. With that, he promptly left Zachary alone there.

The office was eerily empty.

Zachary clenched the emerald pendant in his hand so tightly that his palm bled before he finally released his grip.

He made his way outside and saw Randy, who had been tossed on the side of the road, barely clinging to life. Seeing that, he issued a cold command, “Take him back.”

At Daltonia Villa.

The interior of the house was eerily silent. In the corner of the living room was a vibrant red suitcase, which stood out in stark contrast,

Upon his timely return home, Nathaniel found himself sitting on the couch that Cecilia used to occupy frequently.

Everything was as it used to be, yet it wasn’t.

He wasn’t sure how long he had been sitting there when his gaze fell on the suitcase.

Zachary had sent his men to deliver it, the contents of which were Cecilia’s belongings. Up until now, Nathaniel had yet to open it.

Moving forward, Nathaniel bent down to open the suitcase.

The code for the suitcase was incredibly simple it was his birthday!!

The reason why Nathaniel knew that was because Cecilia had set his birthday for the entire villa’s security codes.

Inside the suitcase were everyday items and clothing. It was so simple that it hardly seemed like a suitcase belonging to a woman.

Nathaniel didn’t dare to root through the items, so he closed the suitcase once more.

He didn’t even eat his dinner before he returned to the bedroom that once belonged to both of them.

Upon entering, he immediately spotted the urn containing Cecilia’s ashes, as well as the displayed. black and white photo.

After the bones were incinerated, DNA testing was no longer possible. However, Nathaniel was certain that Cecilia hadn’t died…

She absolutely wouldn’t die! Nor did she dare to!

How could Cecilia, who was so afraid of pain, dare to die?

She simply wished to deceive him, all to be with Calvin.

Nathaniel had had someone investigate Calvin, who had remained unmarried and single. In Cecilia’s eyes, he was her prince charming, as well as her childhood sweetheart.

Sleep cluded Nathaniel for most of the night.

The next day, he woke up quite early.

His assistant had his breakfast delivered right after Nathaniel finished freshening up.

At first, he didn’t notice any changes in his life, but gradually, he began to realize.

There was a set of dinnerware missing from the dinner table.

An additional photo had appeared at home.

When he didn’t return home, he didn’t receive any persistent texts urging him.

Where he used to return home to a brightly lit–up house, he now returned to darkness…

He didn’t know when it started, but he started to return home earlier and was more punctual than ever.

Everyone in the company noticed the changes in Nathaniel.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

When Cecilia was still alive, Nathaniel would intentionally keep himself busy until late into the night, avoiding going home.

Nathaniel’s secretaries couldn’t help but sigh deeply.

“Just how much did Mr. Rainsworth despise that deaf woman? Ever since her death, he has been leaving the office punctually every day.”

“If I were as exceptional as Mr. Rainsworth, I wouldn’t fall for a deaf woman who neither knows how to dress up nor understands romance or fun!”

-Exactly! If I were as beautiful as her, I would definitely make sure to doll myself up every day.”