When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 1298

Chapter 1298 Not In The Mood For Mercy
The man, who had been full of bravado moments earlier, suddenly fell silent, his arrogance gone. His wife, who had already been irritated with him, saw this as the perfect moment to twist the knife.

“Did you hear that?” she asked bitterly. “That's what a responsible man looks like. The CEO of a major company is here with his wife for a check-up. What about you?”

The man, now thoroughly embarrassed, lowered his head, hiding from his phone.

Meanwhile, outside the hospital, Cecilia found the whole situation amusing. Who would've thought Nathaniel would be mistaken for a toy boy?

As they got into the car, she gave him a teasing look. <i>With that face, he does have the potential to be a toy boy.</i>

Nathaniel's expression darkened slightly. “Do I really look like someone who lives off others?”

Cecilia laughed softly. “Of course not.”

“Then why did you laugh just now?”

Throughout his life, there were few who had ever dared to suggest that Nathaniel was a freeloader, and it clearly rubbed him the wrong way.

Cecilia pressed her lips together, trying to stop herself from laughing again. “Is this better?”

Nathaniel relaxed, his stern features softening as he glanced over at her. “Never mind. You should smile more—it suits you.”

It had been so long since he'd seen her this lighthearted, and he wasn't about to spoil the moment. Cecilia's smile, however, quickly faded as she leaned her head on his shoulder.

“I'm not in the mood to smile anymore,” she said, closing her eyes.

Nathaniel gently pulled her closer, and she didn't resist. She settled comfortably against him, dozing off for a brief nap as they drove.

When they arrived at the company, Nathaniel was ready to follow her inside, but Cecilia stopped him firmly.

Reluctantly, Nathaniel stayed behind, watching as she made her way into the office alone. Inside, Charlotte and the others quickly gathered around her, curious and concerned.

“I'm fine,” Cecilia reassured them. “I just fainted because of a little oxygen deprivation. Nothing serious.”

Charlotte frowned in confusion. “Why would there suddenly be a lack of oxygen?”

Cecilia's face flushed. How could she possibly explain what had actually happened?

Cassandra's bravado faltered, and she glanced at Ralph, unsure of what to say next.

Ralph, tugging at her sleeve, muttered, “Enough, Cassandra.”

Cassandra bit her lip, falling silent as she slumped down in a state of despair.

Mason, growing tired of the charade, gave his orders. “Drag this old fool out. Just make sure he doesn't die.”

Ralph, already bruised from a previous beating, panicked. “Please, spare me!” he begged. “I realize I made a mistake. I beg you, just let me go!”

But Mason wasn't in the mood for mercy. As the bodyguards advanced, Ralph clung desperately to Cassandra. “Cassandra, please, help me! I'm too old to endure this.”

Seeing the scene unfold, Cassandra snapped, “Release my father immediately. That's an order!”

<i>Even now, she's still giving orders?</i>

Mason couldn't help but laugh.