When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 2174

"Life is unpredictable," Cecilia whispered.

Nathaniel rubbed gentle circles over her knuckles and nodded, the gesture saying more than words could carry.

"What about their baby?" she asked, voice barely above the wind.

"He brought the child back to Tudela," Nathaniel replied. "The grandparents are caring for the little one now."

The update left Cecilia adrift, unsure which sentiment—sympathy, anger, or quiet despair—should surface first.

Jennifer had loved Ernest with a ferocity that burned through her own life.

The child had been born, yet scarcely out of swaddling clothes, had already lost a mother, and was now being raised by grandparents.

If she had known the future would turn out like this, would she still have made the same decision?

"Nathaniel, do you think Ernest will ever marry again?" Cecilia asked, words slipping out before she could rein them back.

She had witnessed too many men step over graves as though love were merely a season that passed.

Nathaniel stayed silent, snow-gray eyes on some distant point beyond the parking lot.

"Ceci, I can't answer that. People's hearts are storms we seldom read accurately," he admitted.

"What if it were me?" The question escaped her—soft, aching, inexplicably childish—yet impossible to recall once spoken.

Nathaniel's chest tightened, an invisible hand clenching around his ribs.

"Don't say such nonsense," he scolded. "You're not Jennifer, and nothing will happen to you. And I'm not Ernest. I would never ask you to risk your life for a child."

The answer was far from poetic, but it cleared the bar his racing heart had set.

Cecilia's lips curved. "I was only wondering. No need to panic."

"Promise me you won't joke about that again," Nathaniel said, his tone softened to velvet yet unyielding at its core.

She nodded and nudged the conversation elsewhere. "By the way, how did you find out Charlotte was in trouble?"

"I heard the whole story when I got home. Jon and Eli filled me in," Nathaniel said, his tone quiet but edged with a promise of action that hummed beneath the words.

Cecilia had nearly forgotten her two boys had been at the center of the earlier chaos. At the mention of their names, a flicker of guilt crossed her face before she masked it with resolve.

While the brief exchange hung in the air, Ernest stepped out of the police station's glare-white lobby. Striding beside him was Charlotte—her release papers still warm in her hand.

Cecilia paused at the threshold, her gaze settling on Charlotte like a searchlight. In that instant, awe glimmered in her eyes. D*mn... That's the power of Imminence Corporation's legendary counsel. Ernest sure is skilled!

If it were anyone but Cecilia, I would never have involved myself in this mess.

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