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Chapter 230 Secret Spot

All the criticisms and harsh words Nathaniel had faced at the party earlier seemed insignificant in comparison to this moment. He didn’t have the heart to wake Cecilia, instead gently pulling her. into his arms.

It was then that he realized Cecilia’s forehead was burning hot. “You’ve got a fever!” he exclaimed, his voice laced with concern.

Cecilia stirred at his touch, her head throbbing slightly as she slowly opened her eyes. “You’re back,” she mumbled, her voice weak.

“Yes, I’m back. You have a fever. I’ll get the doctor to come check on you,” Nathaniel said as he prepared to set her down and reach for his phone.

But Cecilia clung to him tightly, refusing to let go. “I don’t want to see a doctor,” she pleaded, her voice filled with desperation. “I’ll be fine with just some cold and fever medicine.”

It had been nearly two weeks since she last visited the hospital, and she still hadn’t confirmed whether she was pregnant or not. The thought of a doctor’s examination revealing something she wasn’t ready to confront filled her with dread.

Nathaniel’s earlier bad mood began to dissipate as he felt Cecilia’s soft, warm body pressing against him. “Listen to me,” he began, but she cut him off, her grip tightening.

“Nathaniel, please, I don’t want to see a doctor,” she begged, her voice trembling. “I promise, I’m fine.”

Her soft, gentle voice had an entrancing effect on him, and he found it hard to maintain his resolve. He hadn’t lost his sanity just yet, but her behavior today was unusual, and it worried him. “What’s going on with you today?” he asked, suspicion creeping into his tone.

Cecilia buried her face in his chest, mumbling softly, “My father passed away in the hospital, and so did my child. I’m truly terrified of seeing doctors.”

The mention of her father and child made Nathaniel’s heartache, and he reluctantly decided to compromise. “I’ll go get your medicine,” he said, finally giving in.

“All right.”

Nathaniel gently let her go and rose to fetch the fever–reducing medicine. As he moved around the room, Cecilia remained on the couch, watching his tall, upright silhouette with a somewhat vacant expression.

Nathaniel quickly returned with warm water and the medicine. He handed them to her, watching as she swallowed the pills and forced a smile. “It’s okay. I’ll get better soon,” she said, trying to reassure him.

“Sure,” Nathaniel replied, but even after hearing her say she was fine, he couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that had settled in his chest.

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Later that night, Cecilia was still running a bit of a fever. After taking a bath and more medicine, she found herself nestled in Nathaniel’s arms. Her mind was still restless, unable to shake the doubts that had been plaguing her.

“I have a question for you,” she began hesitantly. “Is it true that people with disabilities are naturally inferior to others?”

When they were children, she had once asked him something similar. Back then, he had told her that everyone was like a little angel sent from heaven, and that some of those angels had been hurt on their way down. But in reality, they were all the same.

Nathaniel was taken aback by her question. “t. “Of course,” he said without hesitation. “The world. itself is inherently unjust, and people have been unequal since birth.”

Cecilia’s throat tightened at his words. “Indeed, inequality has been present since birth,” she echoed, her voice tinged with sadness.

Nathaniel noticed the shift in her mood and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “That’s exactly why we need to put in the effort to create everything we desire,” he said, trying to reassure

her.

Cecilia clenched her hand tightly around his shirt. “Right. I understand,” she murmured, though her heart felt heavy.

She told herself Nathaniel’s response was simply a result of growing up, of experiencing tool much, and that was why his responses differed from before.

Still unsatisfied, Cecilia continued to ask, “Nathaniel, I can’t sleep. Can we go to our secret spot from when we were kids?”

Secret spot…

A hint of surprise flashed across Nathaniel’s eyes. “What secret spot?” he asked, genuinely puzzled.

Cecilia’s throat ached even more at his response. Could it be that he really isn’t the one I’ve adored since childhood?

After a lengthy pause, she forced a bitter smile. “That’s a small pond on the Smith family’s residence. It used to be my secret spot when I was a kid. I probably never mentioned it to you.

before.”

Nathaniel found her behavior increasingly strange that day. She kept bringing up events from the past, things he had long forgotten. The more she spoke, the more he felt something was amiss.

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