When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 1890

Chapter 1890 Take On The Responsibility Of A Father
“Mom, you made the right call divorcing him,” Nicholas said, then turned and walked straight out of the room.

As he passed Nathaniel, he muttered, “I've lost again. It's my own fault for not being good enough.”

Nathaniel stayed quiet, his expression cold. Nicholas didn't care how his brother reacted. He was just overwhelmed with a deep, hollow feeling.

Once outside, he pulled out his phone, planning to call someone—but he couldn't think of a single name to dial. Eventually, his gaze landed on Jocelyn's number. He stared at it for a long time but didn't press the call button. Instead, he turned the phone off.

Inside, the room fell into a heavy silence. Wren sighed again and again. “How did Nicholas turn out this way? He used to be so well-behaved... so thoughtful.”

Elena didn't say a word.

When Wren talked about the past, it was anyone's guess how far back he was really thinking.

Seeing that Elena remained silent, Wren turned to her. “What's wrong?”

“It's nothing,” she replied, getting to her feet. “About the divorce—I'd like you to stay home for this month. Once the cooling-off period ends, we can go sign the divorce certificate.”

Getting divorced nowadays came with all kinds of hassles. That mandatory cool-off period was dragging on. But Elena couldn't wait another minute.

As she reached the stairs, she turned back one more time. “And one more thing—this month, I expect you to actually take on the responsibilities of a father.”

Without waiting for a response, she walked upstairs and disappeared into her room.

Meanwhile, back at the Smith residence, Cecilia had just returned. She was still worried about Nathaniel. Mason had already told her he'd be fine, but she couldn't shake the anxiety.

She heard the sound of a car pulling up and immediately stepped outside. Nathaniel's car had just arrived. Cecilia ran out the door and straight into his arms. “You okay?”

Nathaniel held her close, gently running his fingers through her hair. “I'm fine,” he said softly. “Didn't Mason tell you? There's nothing to worry about.”

Cecilia nodded. “I just feel uneasy when I can't see you.”