When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him Novel -
Chapter 486
Chapter 486 She Will Watch Over Us
“What did you hear?” Elena asked, her interest piqued. She paid close attention to anything about her son.
Cassandra deliberately held back. “It’s nothing; probably just a rumor. I’m sure Nicholas isn’t that type of person.”
Her evasive comments only heightened Elena’s curiosity. “Stop beating around the bush. Tell me everything now.”
Cassandra slowly revealed, “I’ve heard that Cecilia once had feelings for Nicholas and even had a romantic relationship with him.”
The revelation hit Elena like a bolt of lightning.
Elena had never been fond of Cecilia, and learning that Cecilia had once pursued her younger son instantly filled her with fury.
“That woman is a born troublemaker, isn’t she?” Elena stated icily.
Cassandra gently took Elena’s hand. “Mdm. Elena, please don’t be upset. To be honest, I didn’t believe Nicholas ever had a relationship with her, but I’m just worried that…”
“What are you worried about?”
“Worried that Cecilia might not let things slide easily,” Cassandra remarked, her eyes filled with concern. “I didn’t want to bring this up, but now that you’re aware of the situation, I have to tell you. Some time ago, I saw Cecilia and Nicholas meeting in secret. I don’t know what they talked about, but her eyes were all red.”
Elena listened in silence, her fists clenched tightly. She’s a curse to our family!
Elena lowered her voice and said, “Cassandra, you must never share this matter with anyone else, understand?”
Cassandra nodded. “Of course.”
Meanwhile, at Daltonia Villa, Cecilia, having regained her composure, began preparing for the New Year with Nathaniel and Elliot.
Cecilia placed Martha’s photo in the most prominent spot in the house. “Mom, this counts as us spending the New Year together, doesn’t it?”
She stood in front of Martha’s photo for a while, gently caressing the frame.
Elliot approached and said, “Grandma Martha must be watching over us from above.”
“You’re right, Eli.” Cecilia nodded.
She recalled a memory from her early childhood when Calvin had frightened her by saying a person would lose everything upon death.
Tearfully, she had pleaded with Martha. “Martha, please don’t die. Fatso said that when people. die, they lose everything.”
Martha consoled her in a gentle voice. “Silly girl, everything doesn’t disappear when someone dies. As long as people remember them, they become the wind, the clouds, and the stars, watching over us.”
Cecilia gazed out at the pitch–black night through the window. A gentle breeze brushed against her cheek. Is that you, Mom? You must have come to visit me, right?
After decorating the house, Elliot went to bed early. Even in his sleep, he clung tightly to Cecilia’s hand, fearing she might leave.
It also didn’t take long for Cecilia to drift into a deep slumber.
She hadn’t had a peaceful sleep in ages. This time, she was so deeply asleep that she didn’t notice Nathaniel enter the room.
The tall, imposing man gently touched Elliot’s hand before carefully lifting him from Cecilia’s arms and carrying him to the room next door. “You brat. You’re all grown up now. Stop clinging to your mom.”
He then closed the door and lay down beside Cecilia, drawing her into his embrace.
Elliot, now lying on the bed in the next room, clutched his pillow and muttered, “Sc*mbag daddy, trying to take Mommy away from me, huh? Dream on!”
In the early morning, when he opened his eyes, he found a large pillow nestled in his arms.
In a flurry, he rubbed his drowsy, wide eyes. “Mommy? Where’s Mommy?”
Elliot looked around, puzzled. “How did I end up sleeping here?”
“I must be dreaming. I’m going to keep sleeping for a while.” He rubbed his groggy head. Since Cecilia hadn’t been sleeping well in recent days, Elliot had also struggled with sleep due to his worry for her. Now that he’d finally managed to get a good night’s rest, he had no intention of waking up early.
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