When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 1147 Danger Lurking In The Rainsworth Residence

From the outside looking in, people didn’t see Cecilia as happy at all. To them, she seemed pitiful. Even the housekeepers who worked in Nathaniel’s residence whispered behind her back.

“Who would’ve thought Mr. Nathaniel would end up like this? The poor Mrs. Rainsworth, divorced, and now she has to come back and take care of their child”

“Yeah, it’s sad. She’s just too kind. If it were me, I wouldn’t have done it.”

“Are you kidding? You think Cecilia’s stupid? Mr. Nathaniel might be simple–minded now, but he’s still a Rainsworth. Even in that state, he’s better off than most men. Cecilia knows what she’s doing. I bet Mdm. Elena gave her a hefty sum of money.” The gossip continued for a while, but as soon as Cecilia stepped outside, the chatter came to an abrupt halt.

Cecilia, however, paid no attention to them. She was in high spirits, dressed in her new clothes and adorned with her new jewelry.

Miranda, however, had been keeping an eye on her. Having been forced to resign earlier that day, Miranda waited outside, clearly intent on catching Cecilia off guard and humiliating her.NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

When she finally saw Cecilia leaving Nathaniel’s residence, Miranda’s eyes narrowed. “Oh, you’re only just leaving? What, were you up to no good with that fool Miranda taunted, her voice dripping with venom.

Cecilia glanced briefly at Miranda, unimpressed, and continued walking without a word, heading toward her car and the place she shared with Elliot

Miranda, however, wasn’t one to let things go so easily. She followed closely behind, a sneer on her face. “What’s wrong? Did I hit a nerve? How does it feel to be stuck taking care of a fool?” she pressed.

Cecilia felt no need to entertain her petty remarks. If only Miranda knew that Nathaniel wasn’t actually the blind fool she believed him to be, she’d probably be even more enraged

“It feels fine, Cecilia replied coolly. “At least a fool wouldn’t betray me.”

Her words were laced with a hidden meaning, and Miranda sensed it immediately. “What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked, her tone sharpening.

Cecilia shrugged, barely bothering to look at her. “Exactly what it sounds like.

Miranda let out a mocking laugh. “Oh, please. You’re not talking about Adrian, are you? He’s nothing like Nathaniel with his so–called ‘first love

She scoffed at the notion, but Cecilia didn’t bother arguing. Instead, she just kept walking, leaving Miranda behind.

Miranda, irritated by Cecilia’s indifference, had no idea that her own Adrian was desperately trying to raise money at that Very moment.

When Cecilia finally arrived home, Elliot was there waiting for her, his expression serious. “Mommy, why did you come back so late?” he asked, concern etched in his young face.

He had been talking to his older brother earlier, and they both agreed that their father’s current situation was a cause for worry. They believed Cecilia should be cautious, and avoid spending too much time at the Rainsworth residence, fearing it could become dangerous for her and her unborn child.

Cecilia smiled apologetically. “I’m sorry, Sweetie. I lost track of time.”

Elliot’s sharp eyes didn’t miss a thing. “Mommy, did you change your clothes?” he asked, noticing her outfit.

Cecilia paused, caught off guard. After a moment, she nodded. “Yes, I did. I took a shower and changed while I was there because my clothes are at his place.”

“Okay.” Elliot said, though he didn’t press the issue further. “Mommy, when are we going back?”

Cecilia hesitated. “Can we take care of your dad for a little longer?” she asked.

In The Rainsworth Residence

Elliot frowned. “Can we go back earlier? I miss Ms. Campbell, Ms. Talbot, and Amy.”

Hearing this, Cecilia felt at a loss for words. She knew Elliot was anxious to leave, but there was still so much to consider. “We’ll ask your grandma tomorrow, okay? Then we’ll decide,” she said gently.

“Okay,” Elliot agreed reluctantly.

“Now, go freshen up and get ready for bed,” Cecilia said with a soft smile, trying to distract him.

Elliot, however, wasn’t done. His voice was quieter now, more vulnerable. “Mommy, didn’t you notice I already changed my clothes? I’ve already taken a bath. I’ve just been waiting for you to come back.”

Cecilia’s heart sank with guilt. She hadn’t noticed, and now she felt even worse.

Elliot looked up at her, his voice soft but determined. “Mommy, can we sleep together tonight?”

He didn’t say it outright, but deep down, Elliot was scared–scared that something bad might happen to his mother, and he wanted to be there to protect her.