When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him



Chapter 26 Reminisce The Past

Of course, Stella didn't remember any of that.

However, she was very perceptive and had noticed Zachary's unusual behavior today, as well as the way he kept looking at her arms when he first arrived.

Realizing what was going on, Stella pretended to reminisce with Zachary.

"Of course I remember. You were covered in blood, and it scared me to death. I still remember how I forced the car door open to pull you out of the car that was about to explode, and my arms were all cut up. You have no idea how terrifying the scars were after they healed. Thankfully, I had surgery later, and they faded."

Stella was well aware of the details about the injuries on the arm.

She had seen Cecilia that day and later asked her about it.

In the past, Zachary would have believed Stella without hesitation, but now he was full of doubt.

The girl who saved him back then repeatedly told him, "You must be strong."

It wasn't "don't be afraid."

He remembered those words clearly, even now.

After finishing the meal and before leaving, Zachary gave Stella a deep look, filled with meaning. He said, "Stella, after all this time, you should know my temperament well. The one thing I hate most is being lied to." Watching Zachary leave ahead of her, Stella felt a bit fearful.

But then she reminded herself that Cecilia was already dead.

With no one left to testify, what could Zachary discover? And even if he did, she could just deny it.

Zachary returned to the Sinclair residence and immediately ordered an investigation into what had happened all those years ago.

When Stella first claimed to be his savior, he hadn't looked into it deeply. After all, besides her, no one else had stepped forward to claim they saved him.

But now, he realized...

He could only hope he hadn't been wrong.

Outside Daltonia Villa, Nathaniel sat in his car, lighting one cigarette after another.

Today, he had gone to Cecilia's previous residence, only to find it completely deserted.

He had people searching for Cecilia's whereabouts, but so far, there had been no trace of her.

Nathaniel crushed his last cigarette, feeling a headache coming on.

He got out of the car, and as he opened the door, a familiar silhouette caught his eye.

Nathaniel's gaze sharpened, and he rushed forward, about to embrace her.

As he moved, the silhouette vanished.

Nathaniel realized he had been seeing things.

Sitting down on the couch, he hid the disappointment in his eyes and rubbed his temples.

He hadn't slept at all last night, and now he was utterly exhausted.

For some reason, he couldn't sleep, even while lying on the couch.

He refused to believe that Cecilia was dead.

How could she be dead?

She was perfectly fine just the night before.

A knock at the door startled Nathaniel, and he quickly stood up to open it.

It was Zachary, holding a thick stack of medical records, looking weary.

"Nathaniel, I've brought Cecilia's medical records from the past few years." He handed over the medical records.

Nathaniel took them, shocked to find there were over a hundred pages.

He started flipping through the files, seeing that most of Cecilia's treatments had begun three years ago.

Nathaniel kept turning the pages.

Zachary sat across from him, unable to resist saying, “Nathaniel, Cecilia is really gone. I saw in the records that she suffered from severe depression and was pregnant. A few days ago, she tried to overdose on sleeping pills and nearly died. This time, she chose to slit her wrist, and they couldn't save her."

When Nathaniel heard the word "pregnant," he froze, unable to believe it.

He didn't respond to Zachary and continued flipping through Cecilia's medical reports quickly.

As he turned each page, it felt like a weight was crushing his chest, making it hard to breathe.

However, he said, "Severe depression? Was it my fault? I didn't force her to marry me!!"

Then he saw the report confirming Cecilia's pregnancy. By the timeline, it was from their first time together.

Pregnant!

Nathaniel's thumb lightly traced over the word, his throat tightening as he forced himself to say, "Who knows whose baby it was?"This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Hearing this, Zachary couldn't help but feel a deep sympathy for Cecilia.