When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 1760

Chapter 1760 Family Group
Seeing Cecilia staring blankly at her phone without responding, Queenie assumed she was hesitant and quickly reassured her.

“It's okay. If you don't feel like replying, don't force yourself. Your grandparents aren't very familiar with these modern communication methods anyway. Once we get back, you can talk to them in person.”

It wasn't that Cecilia was unwilling—she simply hadn't processed the overwhelming response yet.

After a brief pause, she began replying to the messages one by one, then looked up and explained, “I just... haven't wrapped my head around it yet.”

Queenie smiled warmly. “They can be a bit too enthusiastic sometimes. But remember, you can always talk to me. You don't have to force yourself into anything, okay?”

Cecilia nodded. “Got it.”

She wasn't uncomfortable—just in disbelief. This kind of warmth was something she had never experienced before.

While Cecilia was chatting with Queenie, a notification popped up on her phone—it was a message from her grandmother, Bethany Roberts. Upon opening it, she was stunned to see a bank transfer.

Two hundred thousand.

It was the daily transfer limit, but to Bethany, it was far from enough.

Almost immediately, another message followed: Ceci, I can only transfer two hundred thousand a day. Send me your full bank account details—I'll send you some pocket money.

Cecilia stared at the message, momentarily at a loss. <i>Two hundred thousand as pocket money? That's more than enough!</i>

Before she could even process it, another notification appeared. This time, it was a transfer from her grandfather, Alphonse Jamieson. Then more followed—various amounts from other relatives, filling her transaction history one after another.

To them, money was nothing more than a string of numbers. In fact, they thought the amount they had sent was too little, and the transfer limits were simply an inconvenience.

Cecilia quickly typed a response: No need. I have money.

Queenie glanced at her phone and chuckled. “Just accept it. This is nothing to them—just a small token of their affection. If you refuse, they probably won't be able to sleep tonight. Besides, your grandparents are absolutely loaded.”

Hearing that, Cecilia finally gave in and accepted the transfers, thanking each sender one by one. However, she still refrained from sharing her full account details. She had always been self-sufficient and didn't need much.

“I think things are pretty good as they are now,” Cecilia said lightly. She truly didn't mind. After all, some children spent their entire lives searching for their mothers and never found them.

That night, Queenie pleaded with Cecilia to stay. In the end, Cecilia agreed and asked Nathaniel to head back first.

“All right,” Nathaniel responded simply before getting into the car and leaving the hospital.

On the way back, he rubbed his temples, exhaustion creeping in. When he arrived at the entrance of the Smith residence, he noticed a figure standing there—Stella. He wasn't sure how long she had been waiting.

The moment she spotted his car, she threw caution to the wind and dashed in front of it.

Nathaniel frowned, watching as the driver slammed on the brakes. Once the car came to a full stop, he opened the door and stepped out.

“What are you doing here?” His voice was cold.

Stella's eyes were filled with fear. “Nathaniel... I mean, Mr. Rainsworth,” she stammered. “I was wrong. I swear I won't do it again. Please, just this once, spare me...”