When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 1766

Chapter 1766 Something Is Wrong With Zachary
Not much time had passed before a sleek luxury car rolled up.

Cecilia turned and saw Elena stepping out with the two little ones in tow.

“Mom,” she greeted.

Elena nodded with a warm smile. “Ceci.”

Hearing the voices, Queenie slowly opened her eyes.

Elena immediately walked over. “Mdm. Queenie.”

The two women, both of similar age, quickly struck up a conversation. It was as if they had an endless list of topics to discuss.

Cecilia sat nearby, keeping an eye on the four children.

“Mommy...” The two young boys were still struggling with their words, their speech slightly clumsy. But to Cecilia, they couldn't have been more adorable.

Just then, her phone rang. Glancing at the screen, she saw Vivian's name flashing.

“Ceci.”

“What's wrong?”

“Could you come to Sinclair Manor?” Vivian's voice was low, almost cautious.

Sensing that something was off, Cecilia didn't hesitate. “All right, I'm on my way.”

After informing Elena and Queenie, she prepared to leave.

Jonathan, who had been watching her closely, immediately spoke up. “Mommy, let me go with you.”

Cecilia nodded. “All right.”

With Jonathan by her side, she got into the car and headed straight for Sinclair Manor.

Vivian had been waiting at the entrance of the Sinclair Manor for Cecilia. The moment she saw Cecilia and Jonathan approaching, she let out a sigh of relief.

“For some reason, Zachary has been in his room all day. He hasn't come out, and he won't respond when called.”

“Where's Old Mr. Sinclair?” Cecilia asked.

“He went to the hospital for a check-up. I didn't want to worry him,” Vivian replied.

Cecilia followed Vivian inside.

For a fleeting moment, something unreadable flickered across Zachary's face. Then, he sighed, offering a vague explanation. “There's nothing to worry about. I just needed some time alone to think.”

Vivian hesitated but nodded awkwardly. “As long as you're okay.”

Without another word, Zachary retreated into his room, closing the door behind him.

Vivian sighed and motioned for Cecilia and Jonathan to follow her into the living room.

“Phew.” Vivian let out a deep breath. “Thank goodness it wasn't anything serious.”

Cecilia raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure you're not just overthinking?”

Vivian shook her head firmly. “No. When he came back late last night, he looked like he was at death's door. I asked him what was wrong, but he wouldn't say. He just brushed it off and said he was fine.”

She didn't know why, but she couldn't stop worrying about Zachary.

Maybe it was because she was carrying his child—fearful that something might happen to the father of her baby.

Glancing at Jonathan, Vivian quickly decided to send him off. “Jonathan, why don't you go do your homework?”

Jonathan could tell they wanted to have a private conversation.