When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 259

Chapter 259 The Twins

Nathaniel was certain now–Jonathan and Elliot were twins, not the same child. But one was with Vivian, while the other was with Martha.

What does this mean?

That night, Nathaniel stood under a large tree, unfazed by the cold wind carrying the snow. The bodyguard handed him an investigation report, delivered overnight.

Opening it, Nathaniel found every detail of Vivian’s life since she moved abroad. She had always. lived a virtuous life, never even having a boyfriend, let alone a child.

So, both children were indeed Cecilia’s.

If that’s the case, why did she lie to me?

Nathaniel lit a cigarette, but after just a few puffs, a heavy cough seized him. The driver hurried. over. “Mr. Rainsworth, do you want to get in the car?”

“No need.”

Perhaps the chill was the only thing keeping him clear–headed.

Nathaniel remembered Elliot mentioning that his last name was Reese, yet this child’s surname was Smith. He didn’t believe Calvin and Cecilia would have given both children different.

surnames.

Nathaniel hadn’t closed his eyes for two or three days straight. His thoughts were becoming unclear, and he couldn’t figure out why.

The overwhelming desire to see Cecilia gripped him. This time, he was determined to keep her by his side, never letting her go again. His eyes reddened at the corners, and his handsome face looked haggard.

The day after was the family gathering at the Rainsworth Manor. Nathaniel had already declined, but Elena insisted he return, saying it was important. He had no choice butto entrust the task of watching over Vivian and Jonathan to his subordinates before heading back.

Over at the Rainsworth Manor, almost everyone noticed something was off with Nathaniel. Once meticulous, he now appeared disheveled, even sporting a bit of stubble.

A housekeeper emerged from his room, holding a ring with quiet clation in her eyes. Suddenly, Nathaniel appeared before her. “What are you holding?”

The housekeeper, realizing he had noticed, quickly knelt down in fear. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to steal anything. I found this ring under the pillow while tidying up the bedding.”

“Ms. Smith,” the housekeeper stammered, afraid of upsetting him. “Everyone has always called her that.”

Everyone had always called her that.

What Cecilia said was indeed true. Here, no one truly regarded her as Mrs. Rainsworth.

Nathaniel stood frozen in place, and the housekeeper, frightened, cautiously made her exit.

After she left, Nathaniel clenched the ring tightly in his hand, blood slowly dripping down. He knew Cecilia hadn’t just misplaced the ring; she had intentionally left it here, knowing they were never to meet again.

He returned to his room. Carefully stowing away the blood–stained ring, Nathaniel turned his attention to his next task.

As soon as he stepped in, the strong smell of disinfectant hit him. Glancing past several familiar faces, Nathaniel immediately spotted his identical twin brother, Nicholas, lying on the hospital bed, still hooked up to medical equipment.

Nathaniel had thought he would never return here in this lifetime.