When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him Novel
Chapter 410

Chapter 410 Swindled Out Of It

Sven continued to relay all the replaceings from his investigation to Cecilia. The most puzzling thing to him was the identity of the person who had been helping him with the investigation.

“If I uncover anything new, I’ll let you know immediately,” Sven promised.

“Thank you,” Cecilia responded, her mood heavy with the weight of the revelations.

What had once been mere suspicions were now turning out to be true. Her younger brother had been foolish, benefiting others while sacrificing the family’s wealth.

After Nathaniel observed her conversation, he asked, “What’s wrong?”

Cecilia shared with him everything Sven had just told her. For now, she decided to treat Nathaniel as a confidant.

“So, what’s your plan?” Nathaniel inquired, having already suspected something was amiss for some time, though he hadn’t paid much attention to it before.

“I’m going to reclaim what rightfully belongs to the Smith family,” Cecilia declared with determination. If it had been a case of Magnus simply squandering the family fortune, that would have been different. But clearly, he had been swindled out of it.

No wonder Dad left a will as a precaution. He must have known about Paula’s intentions from the start. It’s unfortunate that I was so naive back then, completely devoted to Nathaniel and oblivious to the real reasons behind our family’s downfall.

“That’s a good plan,” Nathaniel agreed, his mind already made up to help Cecilia in whatever way he could.

Cecilia didn’t expect him to offer assistance, though. Instead, she said, “You should talk to your mother soon. Ask her to repay the money she borrowed before.”

With that, she gently pulled away from Nathaniel’s embrace and got up. “I’m going to rest now.”

Nathaniel felt an emptiness in his heart as he watched her leave, realizing too late that he should have held onto her longer. Once she was gone, Nathaniel picked up his phone. There was a message from Mason.

It said that Paula’s past had been uncovered, and this information was shared with Sven.

Nathaniel typed a quick response: Got it. Keep a discreet eye on Evans Group.

Mason, lying in bed, read the new task from his boss. He was puzzled. Why are we targeting Evans Group again?

Nevertheless, he responded: Understood, setting his phone aside with a sigh. “I wonder when this charade of pretending to be poor will finally end.”

The next morning, Cecilia managed to contact their former lawyer, Norman, and handed over her father’s will. She then briefed him on the overall situation.

“If we want to reclaim the Smith family’s assets, we’ll need evidence of Magnus‘ asset transfers. But it’s been seven or eight years, and much of the evidence may have disappeared,” Norman said. with a sigh.

Cecilia nodded in understanding. “Then we’ll take our time searching.”

Now that she knew the truth, she wasn’t going to let others continue to benefit from the Smith family’s hard–earned wealth.

“All right,” Norman agreed, and Cecilia rehired him to investigate Evans Group quietly, alongside another group of people to do the same.

After everything was arranged, it was already noon. After lunch, Cecilia felt a wave of drowsiness. and dozed off by the window.

A gentle breeze caressed her face, and suddenly, a tall figure blocked the sunlight from reaching her.

In her slumber, Cecilia was transported back to her childhood. Nicholas‘ large hand gently rested on her head as he asked tenderly, “Ceci, how did you fall asleep here?”

Blinking away the grogginess, Cecilia squinted at the figure before her, seeing a silhouette that bore a striking resemblance to Nicholas. Without thinking, she whispered, “Nicholas…”

Nathaniel’s hand froze mid–air. He hadn’t gone to work that day, and noticing that Cecilia hadn’t come downstairs, he had come to check on her, only to replace her asleep.

“What did you call me?”

As Cecilia’s vision cleared, she quickly realized her mistake. “I’m sorry, I was just a bit dazed from sleep.”

Nathaniel’s hand gently rested on her shoulder, but his grip slowly tightened. “Say my name again.”

Cecilia hesitated for a moment, startled by his intensity.

“N–Nathaniel,” she finally stammered out.