When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 477

Chapter 477 Let Us Go Home
“Don't speak, just don't! The doctor said you can still be cured!” Cecilia's voice was hoarse, and tears fell uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes.

“All right.”

Martha forced a smile, attempting to wipe away Cecilia's tears, but she just couldn't lift her hand.

Cecilia noticed her movements and brought Martha's hand up to her face.

“Martha...”

“Be good... Don't cry, don't cry...”

Cecilia's eyes were rimmed red. “Okay, I won't cry. You'll be okay... You'll be okay!”

It was clear that Martha was hanging on by a thread, experiencing a brief revival. She looked out the window at the vast expanse of white snow. “Ceci... It's the New Year...”

There was still a week left before the New Year.

Cecilia nodded. “Mhm, the New Year has come.”

“Let's go home. I don't want to stay... here.”

“All right, let's go home.”

Cecilia reached out and lifted Martha into her arms.

Martha was incredibly thin, her figure almost skeletal. Despite not being particularly strong, Cecilia found it easy to lift her.

She held onto Martha, walking down the extensive hallway, all the while carrying on a conversation, fearful of Martha suddenly departing.

“We're heading home right now. We can celebrate the New Year, make some ravioli to feast on, and even put on new clothes. Eli and Jon can't wait to hug you.”

As Martha listened, Cecilia's voice gradually became fainter as her vision started to blur.

Cecilia noticed her breathing growing exceptionally weak. Unable to bear it any longer, she called out to Martha, “Mom! Mom, you mustn't leave, okay? I beg you! You promised me; you said you'd stay with me forever!”

In her heart, she had long since accepted Martha as her mother, even more so than her biological mother.

Upon hearing Cecilia call her “Mom,” Martha mustered the strength to respond with a single word, “Okay.”

As she spoke that last word, her hand, which had been resting on her chest, fell limply to her side.

For the first time, Cecilia realized how incredibly long the hospital corridor was. Standing in the middle of it, gazing at the light outside, she felt a sharp pain in her throat.

Cecilia continued to gaze blankly at the ceiling, offering no response.

Nathaniel said to Elliot, “You should step out for now.”

“Why should I be the one to leave? Shouldn't you be the one to go?” Elliot protested.

Nathaniel didn't waste time arguing with him. He stood up, grabbed the boy from behind, and tossed him out.

“Don't cause trouble now,” he said coldly.

Elliot was taken aback, his lips pursing in surprise, though he didn't dare to say much more.

Nathaniel, with a swift motion, closed the door behind him. He then returned to the bed and took hold of Cecilia's hand.

“Go ahead and cry if you want to. I can't see you, so there's no need to hold back.”

Cecilia remained silent.

Regardless, Nathaniel climbed into bed, pulling her into his embrace.