<strong>Chapter 219 Too Late For Anything</strong>


    “What do you take me for?” Nathaniel asked. Without waiting for Cecilia’s response, he left the bedroom immediately.Text content ? N?velDrama.Org.


    Cecilia’s lone figure stood still, contemting the words he had spoken. Her body wavered slightly.


    As she had suspected, her thinking was indeed too naive. Even if she were to spend a month ying the role of Nathaniel’s wife, he still wouldn’t let her and Elliot go.


    From the looks of it, she had no other choice but to cut ties with Nathaniel and take Elliot away.


    However, she couldn’t trouble Calvin anymore.


    Cecilia took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, contemting how to leave with Elliot on her own.


    Bang!


    Downstairs, the sound of Nathaniel mming the door as he left could be heard.


    Cecilia sat alone on a chair, deep in thought. After a long while, she realized that only if Nathaniel allowed her to meet Elliot in private, and take Elliot out of Spring Forest Manor, could she possibly escape.


    But how am I supposed to leave Tud after taking Elliot away?


    Quickly, Cecilia thought of someone. She used the phone Sven had given her and dialed at familiar number.


    “Hello.” The call was promptly answered, carrying the familiar voice of a middle–aged man.


    “Mr. Jenkins, it’s Ceci,” said Cecilia.


    Upon hearing Cecilia’s voice, Norman was taken aback. “Miss, you really are still alive!”


    “Yeah.”


    “Where have you been all these years?” Norman asked, filled with confusion.


    “It’s a long story, Mr. Jenkins. Could you possibly do me a favor?”


    Norman was thewyer whom Regas trusted the most when he was alive, and he had quite a few connections in Tud.


    “All right; what’s the matter? Go ahead and tell me.”


    “I need two identities for going abroad, and this matter must be kept from everyone.”


    Cecilia could have purchased it with money, but Nathaniel would be able to trace it easily if she were to buy it herself.


    Without any hesitation, Norman agreed.


    “When might you need it?”


    “The sooner, the better.””


    “Understood.”


    Obtaining a fake identity would take at least a week or so.


    During that period, she had to devise a n to get Elliot out.


    After hanging up the phone, Cecilia immediately erased the call history. She sat in her chair, feeling her heart racing.


    She knew better than anyone what the consequences of offending Nathaniel would be.


    The Smith family had deceived in marriage. Throughout the three years of matrimony, Nathaniel had persistently targeted the Smith family. He seized Smith Corporation’s projects in the business world, and when Smith Corporation was at its most vulnerable, he acquired thepany at the lowest price.


    If she were to escape, she had to ensure it was far enough that Nathaniel wouldn’t be able to find. her. If he did manage to locate her, there was no telling what measures he might resort to deal with her.


    Nathaniel did not leave Daltonia Vi.


    In the basement of Daltonia Vi, Lily was kneeling on the icy, damp floor. Her face was streaked with tears and her eyes were filled with panic. Gone was the smug arrogance she used to disy when facing Cecilia.


    “I’m sorry, Mr. Rainsworth. My actions were all because I was too jealous of Cecilia. We grew up together since childhood, I don’t think she’s good enough for you,” she admitted.


    Nathaniel sat at the head of the table, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he asked, “Who would be worthy of me, then?”


    Lily choked up.


    “Is it you?” Nathaniel pressed on.


    Lily’s checks flushed with embarrassment as she slowly shook her head, before proceeding to exin.


    “I assumed you were indifferent toward her as you were in the past, and that’s why I acted as I did.


    Nathaniel’s gaze turned slightly gloomy.


    What does that mean? What did she mean by thinking that I didn’t like her like in the past?


    Seeing him remain silent, Lily was so frightened that she repeatedly bowed her head in fear.


    “I’m sorry, Mr. Rainsworth! I really am!”


    If she had known that Nathaniel had set his sights on Cecilia, she wouldn’t have dared bully Cecilia even if she had a hundred times the courage.


    Now, it was toote for anything.