When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 260

Chapter 260 One Brother For The Other

Seeing Nathaniel approach, Elena stepped forward. “Nicholas wants to have a private chat with you.”

After speaking, Elena and the others left.

Nathaniel moved closer to Nicholas. “Did you send that last text message?”

Nicholas‘ eyes softened, signaling him to come closer. Nathaniel leaned in, straining to hear as Nicholas began to speak with some effort.

“The person she loves is me. The one she wants to marry, is also me.”

Nathaniel’s hand tightened, his knuckles turning pale, and his eyes filled with icy coldness. It was now clear–Cecilia had mistaken one brother for the other.

What a joke. I’ve always believed that Cecilia loved me so, so deeply.

Nicholas noticed the change in Nathaniel’s mood but didn’t let it go. Instead, he added a hint of provocation. “Her husband was supposed to be me.”

Nathaniel’s throat tightened. If the person in front of him wasn’t his own brother, he might have killed him..

“Whatever happened between you two, I’m her husband now.” He stood up. “You’ve just woken up after a long time; you should rest properly.”

“Or maybe never wake up again!” Nathaniel spat before swiftly leaving.

Outside Nicholas‘ room, Elena hurried to him. “The doctor said it’s a miracle Nicholas woke up. He believes it won’t be long before he can stand on his own again.”

Nathaniel was not in the mood for well–wishes. His whole demeanor was icy. “I actually wish he would never stand up again!”

Without caring about Elena’s shocked expression, Nathaniel left the place,

Driving back to Daltonia Villa, Nathaniel’s mind was flooded with voices–Cecilia’s, Nicholas’s.

“I got the wrong person.”

“The person she loves is me. The one she wants to marry, is also me.”

Nathaniel’s head throbbed painfully, the result of relentless exertion without rest. He was on the verge of collapse, but sleep was the last thing on his mind.

“Your mom is still waiting for us. As long as we don’t leave, she won’t be at ease.”

Hearing that, Jonathan said nothing more. He understood his mother’s worries, but being so young, he couldn’t help her. But he wouldn’t let it rest. Once he was older, he would return and make sure those who wronged her paid for it.

The next day, before dawn, Vivian and Jonathan set off for the airport. The bodyguard following them immediately called Nathaniel.

Enduring a wave of dizziness, Nathaniel answered the phone. “What’s up?”

“Vivian took the child to the airport.”

Nathaniel rose from the couch. “Follow them. Find out where they’re headed.”

“Understood.”

Ending the call, Nathaniel grabbed his coat, quickly put it on, and rushed out the door. After at brief nap, his mind was a bit clearer.

He had a hunch–those two kids weren’t Calvin’s after all.