When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 1312

Chapter 1312 Fresh Air
“Nathaniel, please save me,” pleaded Jessica, as she reached out to grasp Nathaniel's hand.

Nathaniel dodged away, filled with distaste.

Jessica's hand froze mid-air, her face, marred with bruises, looked especially pitiful.

Jessica glanced again at Cecilia before shifting her gaze toward Cecilia's protruding belly. Is this b*tch pregnant? If I didn't leave back then, I would be married to Nathaniel. She wouldn't even be in the picture!

“Nathaniel, Cecilia, please... You have to help me. Blaine is nothing short of a monster. H-He wants me dead. I barely managed to escape. Just look at me! I'm covered in injuries!”

As Jessica spoke, she simultaneously let the couple examine the injuries on her body.

Even in moments like these, she didn't forget her little tricks, subtly revealing certain parts of herself for Nathaniel to see.

Cecilia saw through her cunning schemes, feeling nothing but disdain in her heart.

“When something like this happens, shouldn't you be calling the police? It's not like we can do much,” Cecilia remarked. With that, turning to Nathaniel, she added, “Do you want to help Jessica by reporting this to the police?”

Obediently, Nathaniel pulled out his phone and handed it to Jessica, saying, “Here. You can borrow my phone.”

Jessica's face stiffened a bit, and she looked at the two in disbelief.

“Are you just going to turn a blind eye?” Tears rolled down Jessica's cheeks. “If my grandpa knew, he would certainly—”

She hadn't even finished speaking when Nathaniel abruptly cut her off.

“Do you want me to get in touch with Old Mr. Quill for you?”

Jessica pressed her lips together, falling silent.

Nathaniel turned back to Cecilia and said, “Let's go. We should head back. You must be hungry, right?”

Cecilia nodded. “Yeah. I am a bit hungry.”

She followed Nathaniel as they walked into the house together.

At that moment, she didn't notice that a black Lincoln was slowly approaching from not too far away.

The man, sharp in his suit, stepped out of the car and made a beeline for Jessica.

Jessica was still cursing Cecilia under her breath until the large, dark figure drew near. She slowly raised her head, her face deathly pale, her entire body trembling.

“M-Mr. Blaine...”

In the depths of Blaine's eyes, there was a calm serenity. His thin lips parted slightly when he said, “My little kitten, how did you end up here? Did you run away because you didn't like your meals at the Griffiths residence?”

Jessica hastily shook her head. “N-No... I just wanted to get some fresh air.”

“Fresh air?”

Blaine scoffed coldly and swiftly raised his hand, gripping Jessica's throat tightly. “So, is the air here better than at the Griffiths residence?”