When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him Novel
Chapter 429

Chapter 429 Did Not Know Better Back Then

Paula’s expression abruptly changed. She was just about to ask if Cecilia had discovered. something when the younger woman spoke again.

“Why is it that I, your own flesh and blood, am considered less than a stepdaughter? If you despise me so much, why did you bring me into this world?”

Only then did Paula’s tightly wound nerves slightly relax.

your father, I

Her face, striking in its cold beauty, twisted into a mocking sneer. “If it weren’t for your wouldn’t have wanted you. Your very existence is a mistake!” she spat out.

Cecilia had heard this answer countless times before. She thought she had already grown indifferent to it, and yet, inexplicably, her heart still ached.

Perhaps, just like anyone else, she truly longed to experience a mother’s love.

Before leaving, Cecilia shot Paula an indifferent look. “If I had a choice, I wouldn’t want to be your daughter either.”

After she finished speaking, she quickly walked away.

Paula watched her retreating figure, silently clenching her fingers.

At that moment, Cassandra stepped forward. “Mom, what did you guys talk about?”

Paula snapped back to reality. Her eyes no longer held the earlier indifference toward Cecilia as she gazed at Cassandra; all that was left was tenderness. “Nothing.

“Mom, you don’t seem to like Cecilia very much, do you?” Cassandra asked curiously. Surely, in this world, there wouldn’t be a biological mother who didn’t love her own daughter, right?

Although her mother, Queenie, was busy with overseas matters, she had assured Cassandra that she would definitely return for the engagement party.

She also mentioned that she would be giving Cassandra some of the Jamieson family’s business. shares in the future.

“Don’t even mention her. If it weren’t for her, I would still be a renowned dancer, and my career wouldn’t have ended,” Paula said coldly.

Cassandra probably understood as well, so she didn’t ask any more questions.

Cecilia returned to the Rainsworth residence first, and as soon as she stepped out of the car, she saw Nicholas standing not too far away.

His figure was tall and lean, his face unnaturally pale, and his eyes, just like Nathaniel’s, were deep and tender as a serene pond.

“Have you finished buying everything? Did she give you a hard time?” Nicholas stepped forward.

Cecilia stood somewhat awkwardly in place, shaking her head as she replied, “No. Cassandra and her mother are in the car behind mine.”

After all, Cassandra was to be Nicholas‘ future wife, so naturally, Cecilia wouldn’t speak ill of her in front of him.

Upon hearing that Cassandra did not return with Cecilia, Nicholas found himself drawing even closer to her.

He lowered his voice and murmured, “Ceci, if you’re having regrets now, you can still tell me.”

What he meant by regret was that if Cecilia were to express her wish to be with him, he would immediately call off his engagement with Cassandra.

Cecilia’s heart shuddered. Without a second thought, she immediately shook her head. “I have not regrets. You should focus on your relationship with Cassandra. She’s quite exceptional-

Before Cecilia could finish her sentence, the towering figure of Nicholas wavered slightly, falling directly toward her.

Startled, Cecilia hastily reached out to support him.

“What’s wrong with you?”

Nicholas‘ eyes were bloodshot, while his eyelids felt heavy. “My old ailment is acting up again. Could you support me for a while longer?”

“All right.” Without a second thought, Cecilia put down her bag and reached out with both hands. to support him.

Nicholas leaned against her shoulder, the familiar scent of her bringing him a slight sense of relief.

“Do you remember? Back when I used to carry you home, you promised that when you grew up, you’d definitely marry me.”

A thorn seemed to have lodged itself in Cecilia’s heart.

She knew that if she gave him hope now, it would only hurt him, Consequently, she chose to distance herself even more.

“Back then, I didn’t know any better.”

Nicholas suppressed the bitterness welling up within him. “I understand. I won’t take it to heart in the future.”

He leaned against Cecilia quietly, his body arched against her soft, delicate shoulders and his lips pulled taut at the corners.

Suddenly, he spotted someone taking photos behind a nearby tree, and without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around Cecilia.