When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 1795

Chapter 1795 The Difficult Truth
“Mom, don't talk nonsense.” Cecilia grew slightly unsettled.

She had just reunited with her birth mother and didn't want to hear such ominous words.

Queenie initially intended to disclose her current health condition. However, seeing how anxious Cecilia was, she decided against it.

“Alright, I'll stop,” she said. “You should get some rest. Also, take the kids around; it's important to have fun.”

“Sure.” Cecilia nodded, escorting Queenie out the door.

Queenie then stepped out, returning to her own room.

Meanwhile, Caliste had already prepared her medicine.

“Mdm. Queenie, have you told Ms. Cecilia?”

Queenie shook her head, accepting the medicine and placing it in her mouth. It was exceptionally bitter.

“No.”

She gazed out into the pitch-black night. “I simply can't bring myself to tell her.”

Even though it was just a few simple sentences, she just couldn't do it.

“Alright.” Caliste sighed, her gaze filled with concern. “But it's better to address the matter sooner rather than later. You should talk to her as soon as possible to avoid any regrets.”

“I know.” Queenie handed her the empty glass. “Anyway, you've had a long day too. Go get some sleep. I'll be fine.”

Caliste nodded. “Understood.”

She then left with the water cup in her hand.

When Cecilia awoke the next morning, everything was already prepared.

Jonathan and Elliot also got up, and one after another, a multitude of housekeepers attended to them in succession.

She was somewhat unaccustomed to such lifestyle.

Upon learning that she was meeting her friend today, her grandparents had specifically arranged for a gift to be brought for her friend.

“Ceci, we've prepared this for you. Give it to your friend and see if she likes it,” Bethany said with a smile.

Suddenly, she noticed quite a number of people outside, seemingly observing some spectacle. Intrigued, she also leaned out to take a look.

Not far away, a limousine, followed by a fleet of luxury cars, drove over.

“Who's that that's trying so hard to impress?” Vivian commented sarcastically.

Before long, that fleet of luxury cars surprisingly pulled up outside the restaurant where Vivian was.

The commotion naturally caught the attention of the restaurant's owner.

The boss, trembling, made his way from the front desk as he watched the fanfare outside. He muttered to himself, “I must have offended someone, haven't I?”

Upon hearing this, Vivian couldn't help but feel anxious.

At that particular moment, it wasn't mealtime, and she was the only one in the restaurant.

Should I just leave the owner alone and make a run for it? But doing so seems a little harsh...

During the time when Vivian was undecided, the person in the lead vehicle had already stepped out.