When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him Novel
Chapter 493

Chapter 493 A Fresh Start

“It’s nothing, she just told me to be good to you,” Nathaniel replied.

He wasn’t at all afraid of Vivian’s threats. His only uncertainty was who, between him and Vivian, mattered more to Cecilia.

Only then did Cecilia realize that it must have been her conversation with Vivian yesterday that had left her feeling uneasy.

“The raviolis are ready, go ahead and eat.”

After Cecilia finished speaking, she gazed in the direction where Vivian’s car had disappeared, feeling all warm and fuzzy.

While having ravioli, Nathaniel told Cecilia that he had started a new company.

He finally understood that he couldn’t keep pretending to be poor when Vivian sought him out that day. He had to gradually untangle his web of lies.

“What company?” asked Cecilia.

“Foreign trade.”

In the past, Orion Corporation only began to thrive after Nathaniel introduced the path of foreign trade.

Cecilia still remembered the initial hardships Nathaniel faced when he started doing business with those foreign individuals.

Those foreigners, along with his own countrymen, took advantage of his youth.

Some people even had the audacity to steal his business. When they failed to do so, they even resorted to take his life..

“Are you confident now?”

If Nathaniel hadn’t lost his memory, she wouldn’t have been worried at all.

Nathaniel paused for a moment. “Of course,” he replied.

Realizing belatedly that Cecilia might have been worried about him, he quickly added, “Mason will also help me again.”

“That works.”

Off to one side, Elliot watched the two of them chatting away comfortably, and he couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy.

“Mommy, when I grow up, I can also establish a company.”

In truth, he had harbored a secret, one he had never shared with Cecilia. He feared that if Cecilia were to replace out, she would forbid him from continuing.

Cecilia gave a knowing smile. “All right, Eli will surely become a big boss in the future.”

“Mmm.” Elliot nodded.

True to being a child, he was easily appeased.

While they were cheerfully enjoying their ravioli, an unexpected guest barged in, issuing all sorts of commands.

“Place the porcelain vase here, and remove the flowers over there…”

An elderly man, his temples graying, dressed in a tailcoat, was directing the workers.

It had been a long time since Cecilia last saw him. “Mr. Liam, what’s this about?” she asked.

The Rainsworth family had three main butlers in total, and Liam was one of them, his primary responsibility being to look after Elena.

Ever since last year, when Nathaniel found out that his daughter, Lily, had insulted Cecilia, and was sent abroad, Liam became much more reserved.

Whenever the Rainsworth family held banquets, he would just quietly go about his own business.

“Mrs. Rainsworth, these are all the things Mdm. Elena asked me to change,” he said. “She mentioned something about a fresh start for the New Year. Revamping the interior of the mansion is only the beginning.”

Liam showed a considerable amount of respect, at least outwardly, toward Cecilia.

At that, he started giving orders again, intending to completely renovate the villa.

Cecilia knew that it was because she had offended Elena yesterday, and this was Elena’s deliberate retaliation.

What does she mean by revamping the interior of the mansion is only the beginning? Is she implying that she will change the people living here as well?

Cecilia didn’t pay them any heed as she continued eating ravioli with Elliot and Nathaniel.

Nathaniel calmly put down his fork. “Mr. Liam.”

His voice brought back Liam’s past fears.

He stood rooted to the spot. “Mr. Nathaniel.”

“Restore everything to its original state,” Nathaniel ordered.

Even though Nathaniel was no longer the head of the Rainsworth family, Liam couldn’t help but

“Mr. Nathaniel, this is Mdr. Elena’s orders.”

He braced himself as he spoke.

It was due to Cecilia and Nathaniel that his only daughter, Lily, had been forced to suffer abroad. Now that he finally had a chance for revenge, he had no intention of letting it slid