When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 1413

Chapter 1413 The Twins Are Missing
Nathaniel's deep-set eyes darkened, the storm within him barely contained. His expression remained calm, but the weight of his words was chilling. “Then what are you standing around for? Find them. If you fail, don't bother coming back.”

“Absolutely,” the bodyguards responded in unison before rushing out to begin the search.

Nathaniel picked up his phone again, his voice steely as he issued new orders. “I don't care what it takes—find out who took the babies.”

His jaw tightened as he continued, the weight of suppressed fury in his tone. “And while you're at it, take care of every one of my enemies in Tudela. It's time to remind them what happens when they cross me.”

“Indeed.”

After ending the call, Nathaniel's composure began to falter. The realization of what had happened crushed him, and his steps grew unsteady as he made his way to Cecilia's ward.

When Cecilia woke up, she was blissfully unaware that the babies were missing. Spotting Nathaniel by her side, she asked right away, “Nathaniel, where are our babies? I want to see them.”

Nathaniel stepped closer, weaving a lie, “The babies are still in the incubator. They're dealing with a bit of jaundice.”

“Is that so? Then I'll get up and go see them,” she said.

Since the birth of her children, she hadn't even had the chance to lay eyes on them.

Nathaniel said softly, “Stop. You're still weak, Cecilia. The doctor said you need a couple more days of rest before you can move around. Don't rush yourself. Once you're feeling better, there'll be plenty of time to spend with them.”

Cecilia nodded softly. “All right.”

After speaking, she instinctively extended her hand toward him. “Hold me,” she murmured.

The past few days had drained her completely, not just physically but emotionally.

Nathaniel sat down on the edge of the bed without hesitation, gently pulling her into his arms.

“Mommy, sc*mbag daddy...” Just then, Elliot walked into the room, led by a nurse. He stopped in his tracks, his big eyes widening at the sight before him.

Quickly, he covered his eyes with one hand. However, the gaps between his fingers betrayed him, offering an unobstructed view as he peeked through curiously.

Meanwhile, in a secluded house in the suburbs, the cries of two infants pierced the air relentlessly.

Cassandra's face twisted with impatience. “Why on earth did you bring them here? You should have disposed of them,” she snapped, her voice dripping with irritation.

Stella replied, “Ms. Evans, if anything happens to the children, how will we draw Cecilia out? Don't forget—you've always wanted her life.”

Cassandra's frustration simmered down as a cruel smile spread across her face. “You're right. I do want to see Cecilia groveling at my feet. Fine, let these little brats live—for now.”

“Still, after such a major incident, why hasn't there been any reaction from the hospital?” Cassandra asked, narrowing her eyes.

“Perhaps Nathaniel has suppressed the news,” Stella speculated, pausing before adding, “Ms. Evans, we'll need your help with this. Could you inform Cecilia? Otherwise, she might remain oblivious, and all our efforts would go to waste.”

“Why don't you go instead?” Cassandra shot back, clearly reluctant to get directly involved.

Stella was no fool either. “Ms. Evans, we were very clear from the start, weren't we? If we're helping each other, you can't expect me to do all the dirty work while you keep your hands clean. What if you decide to walk away from all this later? I'd be left with nothing to show for it.”