Chapter 27 Let It Go
He picked up the tea on the table and drank it all in one gulp. “Nathaniel, she is dead. Let it go.”
As the words fell, Zachary realized he had just spoken on behalf of the deaf one.
Nathaniel didn’t notice anything unusual about him today and continued to read on.
As he was almost finished, a call came in.
Nathaniel answered. It was his assistant, Mason. “Mr. Rainsworth, I’ve found out where CalvinThis belongs to N?velDrama.Org: ?.
went.
Mason sent the address over.
Nathaniel opened it and saw it was in a remote small county town known as Sparaville.
The name sounded somewhat familiar, but he couldn’t recall where he had heard it.
“What’s wrong?” Zachary, who was beside him, couldn’t help but ask when he noticed Nathaniel. had been silent for a long time.
Nathaniel stood up: “I need to go out for a bit. If there’s anything, contact me by phone.”
After saying that, he grabbed his coat and headed out without hesitation.
Zachary wanted to ask where he was going, but he saw Nathaniel hurriedly leaving.
He was the only one left in the room.
It was toote, and Zachary hadn’t rested well, so he simply decided to sleep here.
Early morning, Nathaniel finally arrived at Sparaville.
The sky was overcast, and the rain was gradually getting heavier.
Mason held a ck umbre as he met Nathaniel getting out of the car.
“Mr. Rainsworth.”
“Mm.”
Mason led Nathaniel to the countryside of Sparaville, talking as they went.
“We tracked Calvin’s route here, and further investigation revealed that Cecilia’s nanny lived here when she was young.
Nanny?
In the torrential rain, Nathaniel’s eyes darkened as he recalled why the name Sparaville was so familiar.
Cecilia had mentioned it to him more than once!
In their three years of marriage, whenever there was a holiday, Cecilia would anxiously ask him, “Nathaniel, I have something to do. Can I go to Sparaville?”
At that time, Nathaniel didn’t care where Cecilia went, nor did he ask what she was going to do in Sparaville.
He always replied coldly. “You can go wherever you want. There’s no need to report to me.”
Even though he said that, every time Cecilia went anywhere, she would still tell him.
Cecilia didn’t like going out much, and most of the time, she came to this ce.
Finally, they arrived in front of a dpidated brick house.
“This is the ce.” Mason stepped forward and nced at the door, which was unexpectedly locked. “What’s going on?”
He looked back at Nathaniel, who gave him a signal.
A few bodyguards stepped forward and directly broke the door open.
“Wait for me outside,” Nathaniel said.
“Yes.
As he entered the house, a wave of dampness hit him. The interior was very run–down, and there was a musty smell.
Cecilia lived in this ce when she was little?
Nathaniel frowned and. As he walked forward, his gazended on a ck–and–white photo on the. square table.
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contracted as he stepped forward, picked up the photo, and stared at it for a long time, disbelief etched on his face.
In the ck–and–white photo, Cecilia was smiling gently and serenely, but there was an endless sadness in her eyes.
Nathaniel’s hand holding the photo slowly clenched, then he mmed it down hard!
“Very good! Addicted to acting, are we? A memorial photo! What a joke!”
Nathaniel didn’t notice the slight tremor in his voice.
The house was small, with two bedrooms and a living room. It didn’t take long to explore it all.
Apart from the furniture, there was nothing else in the house. Nathaniel searched around but found nothing-
Boom!
After the thunder, a sh of lightning illuminated the memorial photo in the room again.
Nathaniel called for Mason toe in. “Find out where Cecilia’s nanny went.”
“Yes, Mr. Rainsworth.”
After Mason left, Nathaniel also told the bodyguards to leave.
He stayed alone, nning to wait for the house’s owner to return and clear things up.
That waitsted an entire day.
By the afternoon, the rain had stopped, and Nathaniel heard the sound of neighbors talking outside.