When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 146 Is It About Money

Jonathan felt a bit helpless. He had been hiding in the car for a long time, yet she hadn’t event noticed.

“In the morning, I overheard your phone call to Mommy. You sounded anxious, so I decided to follow you into the car.”

“You little brat, don’t ever do this again. It’s very dangerous.”

Vivian helped him into the child seat, then drove him to the kindergarten.

“Don’t worry, your mommy is fine now. She just had an allergic reaction.”

“How did Mommy get that?”

Jonathan recalled that his mother couldn’t eat seafood. Other than seafood, she didn’t have any allergies. Could it be that someone had fed her something containing seafood?

Vivian had initially promised Cecilia that she wouldn’t reveal the truth to her son. However, at this point, Jonathan had already noticed something.

So, she had no choice but to confess everything.

After hearing this, Jonathan had nothing but worry in his eyes.

“Ms. Kennedy, when can I go see Mommy?”

He yearned to embrace his mother, to assure her that he was there for her.

“You can’t go now. Wait for a few days.”

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Jonathan felt somewhat disheartened.

Inside the hospital, Nathaniel looked at Cecilia, whose body was covered in red spots, and frowned. “Why haven’t they disappeared yet?”

“It would take at least half a day.” Cecilia replied.

Just moments ago, the doctor had informed Nathaniel that to onlookers, an allergic reaction might only appear as red spots. However, only the person experiencing it could truly understand the unbearable, heart–wrenching itchiness it brought, which was even worse than pain.

Nathaniel never imagined that his first attempt at cooking would land Cecilia in the hospital.

“Is there anything else you can’t eat?” he asked.

Cecilia was momentarily taken aback, but then shook her head.

Nathaniel wanted to ask something else, but his phone started to ring.

Upon glancing at his phone, Cecilia saw the name “Stella” displayed on the clien

Nathaniel picked up his phone and walked out to the balcony before it.

It was unclear what Stella had discussed with him, but when he returned, he saddl. “have some business to attend to today. Mason will help you with your discharge procedures hum and nike you back to Daltonia Villa.”

“There’s no need to trouble—”

Before Cecilia could finish her sentence, Nathaniel sternly interrupted her. “I’ve had your diver replaced. Mason will arrange for a new one.”

Her chauffeur was one of Calvin’s men.

Upon learning of her disappearance yesterday, Nathaniel had this thought in mind.

Cecilia choked momentarily, but she held back her words, offering no rebuttal.

He had always been autocratic, never taking into account the desires of others.

Not long after Nathaniel left, Mason came over to handle Cecilia’s hospital discharge and arranged a new driver for her.

“Ms. Smith, if there’s anything else you need, feel free to let me know,” Mason said.

After responding with a simple “okay“. Cecilia exited the car and returned to the mansion.

That day, the mansion was unusually quiet.

She couldn’t sleep, so she turned to composing music again.

She hadn’t been doing so for long when she heard the sound of the front door opening downstairs.

She assumed that Nathaniel had returned, so she didn’t bother.

It wasn’t until the sound of knocking echoed from outside the room that Cecilia looked over, only to find it was Elena, exquisitely dressed in a gown.

This was the first time Elena had come face to face with her since she left a few years ago.

Elena hadn’t expected that Cecilia was still alive, and just as Stella had said, returned to live in Daltonia Villa.

“Let’s talk.”

Upon entering the room, Elena found a chair and sat down.

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Chapter 146 Is It About Money

“What would you like to talk about?”

“What’s your reason for returning?” Elena got straight to the point.

Upon hearing this, Cecilia laughed and said, “Do I really need a reason to return to my home?”

Elena was taken aback, clearly not expecting a retort from the once docile daughter–in–law.

No matter how much a person changes, their inherent cowardice will still be there.

She arched her eyebrows slightly. “You faked your death and left, and now you’re back. If you claim you have no agenda, how can I possibly believe you. Is it for the money?”

Elena pulled out a check and handed it to Cecilia. “Fill in whatever amount you want.”