When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 1081 Do Not Want To Marry Nathaniel

Bailey felt a growing sense of guilt at how much Cecilia cared for her and her family’s well–being-

Overwhelmed by guilt, she stammered, struggling to articulate her thoughts. “We’re fine now… Um… They probably won’t cause us any more trouble.”

Cecilia found her response odd. “How come you’re so certain?”

Bailey had no idea how to explain. “I just… know. Ms. Smith, I’m truly grateful to you. In a few days, I’ll drop by to express my gratitude personally.”

Not just gratitude, but I’m also going to express my apology.

Bailey felt particularly guilty toward Cecilia, who could very well be Queenie’s biological daughter.

Selfishly, she had prevented the mother and daughter from reuniting.

Cecília, noticing something was amiss, tactfully chose not to inquire further when Bailey seemed reluctant to share with her.

“No need for that. I wish you well.” Cecilia ended the phone call.

Bailey stared at her phone, telling herself, “No matter what, I must not let Ms. Smith down again. Once Dylan’s illness is cured, I’ll inform Ms. Smith about the truth.”

Meanwhile, Cecilia immersed herself in her work, not expecting any gratitude for helping Bailey. She understood the distinction between providing genuine assistance and exploiting someone’s vulnerabilitiesText © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

“Boss, something seems off with the number of collections here,” an employee said as he knocked and entered the room.

Hearing that, Cecilia snapped back to reality. She took the receipt and noticed a huge discrepancy between the actual amount and the price they had agreed upon. “How could this be?” she asked.

“I don’t know. It’s almost the end of the month and we can’t trace the source of this payment. Our department might be in trouble.” The employee sighed.

“Carry on with your work for now. I’ll handle this matter,” Cecilia said.

The received payment didn’t align with the amount outlined in the contract, clearly indicating tampering. Given Team Five’s current sales performance, they should be ranked first; however, discrepancies in the numbers could lead to accusations of inflated results.

Cecilia didn’t need to speculate about the culprit behind this; she was convinced there was a traitor within the department working with Miranda. Recently, she had also cultivated a few trusted confidants, so she discreetly instructed them to monitor those around them and to report any movements or changes to her at all times.

Meanwhile, Miranda was feeling quite pleased with her masterpiece when Jessica called her, her voice breaking, “Miranda, could you tell Grandpa Niel that I don’t want to marry Nathaniel anymore?”

Miranda was puzzled. “Why?”

“Miranda, you wouldn’t believe what a monster he has become,” Jessica said in despair.

Last night, Jessica had been genuinely terrified. After Nathaniel fell asleep, she retired to her room next door. However, in the dead of night, Nathaniel suddenly burst into her room, gripping her throat tightly as if he intended to take her life. Overwhelmed by fear, Jessica believed she was on the brink of death and cried out for help. It was only when the butler and servants rushed in that she managed to escape the dire situation.

“Nathaniel has never laid his hand on a woman before.” Miranda was surprised. “Could he possibly be sleepwalking?”

“No, he’s gone mad. He’s basically a fool now.”

Elena and Niel had cautioned Jessica against letting outsiders know Nathaniel’s current situation.

However, Jessica still ended up telling Miranda.

Miranda rose from her chair. “Really? He’s a fool now?”