When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 1951

Chapter 1951 Even The Toughest People Have Weak Spots
Even after being exposed, Heather didn't seem the least bit ashamed. Instead, she lifted her chin with pride. “So what? He's Nathaniel's brother-in-law. What's wrong with asking for a little money?”

Cecilia had no interest in arguing with her any longer. “I already called the police.. They'll be here soon; you can explain everything to them.”

“W-What?” Heather's eyes widened.

Cecilia casually waved her phone. “You might not end up behind bars, being as old as you are. But your son's business? That'll definitely take a hit. People will know his mom tried to extort money.”

The mention of her son was like a switch, and Heather's arrogance instantly vanished. “Fine. You're something else.”

There was no way she could let the police take her away. Without another word, she got up and left.

Watching her finally give up, Cecilia breathed a quiet sigh of relief.

Back in the day, the Escobar family was just another average household, and Heather had been nothing more than a simple country woman.

Later, when Paula married Regas, he helped her brothers start their own small businesses. That was how the Escobar family grew into a network of small business owners.

But even then, they weren't satisfied. While Paula was still around, they were always coming to the Smith residence with one request or another.

The Escobar family had no business sense. Their company was a mess, run by a mix of distant relatives, and it lost money every year.

Whenever they ran into financial trouble, they turned to the Smiths. And the Smiths, having no other choice, kept bailing them out.

This was one of the reasons why the Smith family's fortunes kept declining.

By that point, the Smiths had already fallen from grace. Cecilia had even heard that the Escobars were barely keeping their business afloat with loans. Heather showing up at the Rainsworth residence begging for money likely meant her sons were out of cash.

But none of that was Cecilia's concern. She knew the Escobar family was a bottomless pit, and she didn't see it as her responsibility to keep filling it.

As she was getting ready to head back, she saw Nathaniel's car pulling in. He climbed out in a hurry, striding over with long, quick steps. His eyes scanned her from head to toe. “You all right? Where's that old lady?”