When Her Death Couldn't Break Him novel Chapter 641

Chapter 641 A Trick Up Her Sleeve
It was Terry's mom, and her gaze was particularly discerning. “Ms. Cecilia,” she affirmed, “I stand with you. You definitely have my vote.”

Once she fearlessly agreed, the rest of the mothers followed suit, each giving their consent one by one.

They had long grown tired of Miranda, an overbearing and arrogant person, being the chairperson.

Everything was going exceptionally well, but when Cecilia returned home, something felt off.

However, as she was preoccupied with figuring out how to get Moana back home, she didn't give much thought to the matters concerning the other mothers.

“How can I get her to leave?” Cecilia closed her eyes, murmuring to herself.

Having woken up at half past eight in the morning, she found herself feeling sleepy again by noon.

As Sven was driving, he couldn't help but ask upon hearing this, “Who are you asking to leave?”

“Moana, the nutritionist my mother-in-law sent over.”

Speaking of which, Cecilia had Sven stop for a while, and they had lunch outside before heading back.

While eating, she couldn't help but vent to him about the nutritionist.

After giving it some thought, Sven spoke up. “Resolving this issue is quite simple.”

“How so?”

“Let Nathaniel take action.”

Cecilia shook her head. She simply didn't want to ask Nathaniel for help. After all, there were still some minor issues between them, and it wouldn't be pleasant to ask for favors under such circumstances.

However, thanks to Sven's suggestion, she came up with a brilliant idea.

“But, I know how to provoke Nathaniel into taking action without my having to ask him.”

Sven looked at her and said nothing more.

He had always been a listener, seldom asking questions if the other party chose to remain silent.

After returning home, Cecilia expectedly saw Moana directing the chefs, instructing them on what to do here and there.

She approached the kitchen.

“Hello, Moana.”

Upon hearing of Cecilia's return, Moana instantly put on airs. “Mrs. Rainsworth, just look at the time! You're only just returning now? Were you eating out again?”

Her demeanor reminded Cecilia of someone; it was none other than the butler, Liam.

“You can arrange dinner. I'll eat whatever,” she responded.