When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 1807

Chapter 1807 Just An Adopted Daughter
The corner of Heather's mouth twitched slightly before she immediately lashed out at Cecilia. “You really have no heart. If it weren't for my daughter, you would've frozen or starved to death long ago. She raised you, and now you won't even acknowledge her as your mother?”

Cecilia remained completely unfazed. “The ones who raised me were my father and Martha. Paula never bought me a single piece of clothing or cooked a meal for me. On the contrary, she used me, deceived my father, and even sold me off. I owe her nothing.”

She took a step forward, her words slow and deliberate. “Tell me, why are you really here?”

Nothing happened without a reason. Cecilia didn't believe for a second that Heather had come just to visit her.

Heather was momentarily speechless at Cecilia's sharp rebuke. It took her a while to recover, but when she did, she got straight to the point. “I came to reclaim my daughter's assets.”

Cecilia nearly laughed at the absurdity of her words. “Your daughter's assets? What assets?”

After Regas died, the entirety of the Smith family's fortune had been inherited by Magnus and Paula. Paula squandered every last penny, leaving nothing behind.

Heather pointed toward the Smith residence standing behind her. “This house belongs to my daughter. It has absolutely nothing to do with you, an adopted daughter.”

So now she's openly admitting that I'm just an adopted daughter?

Cecilia had always believed that no one acted without self-interest. She had suspected from the start that Heather's visit wasn't without ulterior motives, and she was right.

“This house was once sold by Paula,” Cecilia stated plainly. “My husband bought it back. It's no longer Paula's.”

Heather scoffed. “You're lying. I think you're just trying to fool an old woman. Aren't you afraid of retribution?” She was behaving like a shrew.

For the first time, Heather faltered, a flicker of fear crossing her face. “What nonsense is this? I never bullied Cecilia!”

Bethany let out a cold scoff. “And yet, here you are, trying to extort us. For a house of this size, that's what—at least ten years in prison, wouldn't you say?”

“You! You're spouting nonsense! This house belongs to my daughter! I'm not extorting anyone!” But her confidence was clearly shaken.

She hadn't expected Cecilia to bring Alphonse and Bethany along today. She had assumed dealing with Cecilia alone would be easy.

At that moment, a housekeeper arrived with the property certificate and the official transfer papers. Nathaniel presented them to Heather. “See for yourself.”

Heather stared at the documents but refused to acknowledge them. “I don't understand. All I want is my daughter's inheritance.”