When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 358

Chapter 358 Go Fishing
Jonathan was intentionally giving Nathaniel a hard time by suggesting Nathaniel would use his body heat to melt the ice and catch fishes.

Martha could see what was happening and was about to refuse, but to her surprise, Nathaniel solemnly said, “Mhm. I will go fishing tonight.”

Cecilia couldn't help but feel surprised. Why does he suddenly want to go fishing?

Martha didn't believe him because the ice on the river was at least thirty centimeters thick in the middle of the winter. There's no way he can catch a fish in this condition. Does he feel nothing boasting like this?

Later on, the facts proved that there were very few things in the world that money couldn't accomplish.

At around ten in the night, someone delivered a fresh catch of fish, specifically the one from the small river that Martha was particularly fond of.

Nathaniel handed those exceptionally fresh fish over to Cecilia.

Immediately upon receiving them, Cecilia prepared a stew with them.

She planned to keep a portion of the remaining fish for herself and give the rest to her neighbors.

Cecilia wasn't curious about how Nathaniel acquired the fish. There were plenty of people willing to lend a hand for a price.

However, Martha refused to drink the fish stew. “He caught the fish?”

“Accurately speaking, it was his money,” said Cecilia.

Martha shook her head. “I don't want to owe him.”

Cecilia set the bowl aside and embraced her. “You're overthinking it. He's living in your house every day. There's nothing wrong with him preparing some fish for you.”

Cecilia knew that Martha was worried that she might get emotional over trivial matters again and felt as if she owed Nathaniel a debt.

After Cecilia's heartfelt persuasion, Martha finally agreed to enjoy the stew.

“As expected of the fishes from our river here. It doesn't stink.” At that moment, Martha felt a sense of happiness she had never experienced before.

Once upon a time, she never imagined that in her later years, she would have the company of a daughter and grandchild.

After drinking half a bowl of the fish stew, Martha went to sleep.

Cecilia stared at Martha's increasingly frail figure, gently holding her hand.

No sooner had they left than Nathaniel ordered his chauffeur to drive him to Tudela.

Eventually, Sunday arrived.

Vivian, adorned in a formal dress, was elegantly and beautifully dressed.

Jonathan had also slipped into a small suit, emerging from the dressing room.

“Wow, you're so handsome.” Vivian looked at Jonathan, her eyes shining brightly. “Jon, let me pinch your cheek.”

Jonathan wore a look of disdain. “Ms. Kennedy, can't you act a little more mature?”

Cecilia smiled as she watched the two interact. “All right, it's time for us to set off.”

Left with no choice, Vivian withdrew her hand.

Then, the three of them headed to Four Seasons Hotel together.