When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 830

hapter 830 Patience Of A Saint 

It wasn’t long before the call was answered on the other end. 

Nathaniel’s icy voice came over the phone. “So, you finally have the time?” 

Cecilia listened to his tone, feeling somewhat ballled. 

“Why’d you call?” 

Finished 

“Come to Seabay Villa this instant.” With only these words, the man ended the call, leaving Cecilia even more dumbfounded. 

Just then. Nicholas had just taken a bath and changed into a fresh set of clothes. Seeing Cecilia standing in the living room, he couldn’t help but ask, “Have you had breakfast? Would you like me to take you home?” 

Upon hearing this, the woman immediately shook his head. 

“It’s fine. I can go back on my own.” 

With that, she expressed her gratitude to Nicholas before leaving the place. 

There weren’t many cars outside Regal Villas, so it took Cecilia quite a while to hail a cab, whom she then instructed to take her to Seabay Villa. 

Unsure of what was troubling Nathaniel, the woman decided it was best to go and check on him. 

Meanwhile, Ernest had already drafted a divorce agreement not long after arriving. 

By the time Cecilia showed up, she had a sense that something was off in the mansion. 

Mason stood at the door, his gaze on her filled with peculiarity. 

Cecilia entered the room and immediately noticed Ernest standing next to Nathaniel. 

What is this man doing here? 

Ernest had departed without a word, leaving Vivian to wait for him for so many years–only for him to marry another woman after finally returning 

Cecilia didn’t harbor an ounce of good impression of such a character. 

She looked away, treating him as if he were invisible, and turned to Nathaniel. “What did you call me over for? 

In response, Nathaniel reached for the newly drafted agreement and held it in front of himself. 

“Have a look. If there are no issues, go ahead and sign it” 

Just as the woman walked forward and was about to take a look, Mason subtly cleared his throat at the 

entrance. 

Cecilia glanced back at him before lowering her gaze to the agreement in Nathaniel’s hand.