When Her Death Couldn't Break Him novel Chapter 405

Chapter 405 Cancel All Treatments
Although Nathaniel's office wasn't particularly large, it was surprisingly filled with various news articles. These included reports about searching for lost children and fundraising for deaf and mute children, among others.

Cecilia walked in, glancing around. There was also a computer and a cell phone specifically designed for the visually impaired.

Her doubts were temporarily dispelled.

“Carry on with your work. I won't bother you anymore.”

“All right, I'll walk you out.” Nathaniel was relieved as he figured she had put her trust in him.

“No need, your work is more important.”

With that, Cecilia left the place by herself.

On her way back, she made a call to Vivian. “I just visited Nathaniel's office, Vivian. It's genuinely in the charitable aid sector.”

She had privately discussed with Vivian previously.

“Has he really been reduced to such a state?” Vivian asked while she was working.

“Actually, I think his current job is quite good, helping others and living an ordinary life.”

Cecilia had always desired to lead a simple and unassuming life.

“Ceci, are you letting your heart soften toward him? You can't possibly be thinking of forgiving him and starting over, right? He's blind now. If you stay with him and he regains his memory, his eyesight returns, and he reverts to his old self one day, what will you do?”

For a moment, Cecilia didn't know how to respond.

Humans were, after all, the most fickle beings in the world, and no one could truly guarantee that things would stay unchanged.

“But I can't divorce him right now. I guess I'll just play by ear.”

“Sure, but make sure to protect your personal fortune. Don't let him trick you out of them,” Vivian cautioned.

Upon hearing those words, Cecilia was suddenly reminded that the chef and caregiver at home were now all being paid with Nathaniel's money.

He's in such deep debt. Where on earth did he get the money to hire a caregiver and a chef?

When she returned home, she couldn't hold back the urge to inquire about the wages of the caregiver and the chef. The responses she received were consistent.