Chapter 280 I Must Be MadContent (C) N?v/elDra/ma.Org.


    After finishing her sentence, Cecilia hung up the phone. On the other side, Nathaniel was so furious that he nearly shattered his phone in his hand. Mason stood cautiously to the side, not daring to make a sound.


    Nathaniel felt as if a massive boulder was pressing down on his chest, leaving him breathless and unable to speak. “How much time do we have?” he finally managed to ask.


    “Half a month,” Mason replied.


    After epting the divorce case, about half a month was given to prepare the necessary documents. Mason hadn’t expected Cecilia to be so resolute. He had thought that she would eventually forgive Nathaniel and happily be Mrs. Rainsworth.


    After all, the Rainsworth family was immensely wealthy and influential. For a woman like Cecilia, marrying into the Rainsworth family–specifically to Nathaniel–was truly a case of marrying. above her station.


    “Who is Cecilia’swyer?” Nathaniel asked coldly.


    “Vivian, her friend,” Mason responded.


    Nathaniel’s eyes narrowed. “I recall you investigated Vivian before. Her ex–boyfriend was awyer too, wasn’t he?”


    Mason immediately caught on and couldn’t help but chuckle. “Yes, a top–tierwyer named Ernest. I’ll arrange it right away.”


    Mason swiftly exited the office. If there was one thing Rainsworth Group excelled at, it was legal. battles. Over the years, Rainsworth Group had been involved in numerous disputes, and Nathaniel had always been quick to identify his opponent’s vulnerabilities. But now, facing Cecilia, the situation was far more personal and delicate.


    Nathaniel drove to the condominium where Vivian resided. The limited–edition luxury car parked outside quickly drew the attention of onlookers, but Nathaniel no longer cared about the


    curious stares.


    He picked up his phone and called Cecilia. “Come out, let’s have a chat.”


    Ten minutester, Cecilia emerged, bundled in a heavy jacket. She immediately spotted Nathaniel, standing tall beside the car, his deep gaze fixed on her.


    As she trudged through the snow, Cecilia discreetly activated the recorder pinned to her jacket. “What do you want to talk about?” she asked.


    “Get in the car,” Nathaniel ordered, opening the door for her.


    Cecilia refused, taking a step back instead. “Let’s talk here.”


    “Get in the car!” Nathaniel’s voice rose involuntarily. Realizing his tone was too harsh, he softened it. “Aren’t you cold?”


    Reluctantly, Cecilia got into the car. Nathaniel joined her in the driver’s seat and started the engine. The car moved at a leisurely pace through the snow–covered streets, but Nathaniel remained silent.


    Cecilia felt uneasy, the silence amplifying her anxiety. “Can we stop the car and talk?” she suggested.


    Nathaniel didn’t respond. Instead, he pressed down on the elerator, speeding up. The snow still piled on the roads made this a reckless move, and Cecilia’s grip on the door tightened.


    “Nathaniel, stop the car!” she pleaded, her voice edged with fear.


    But Nathaniel ignored her, driving even faster. The scenery outside blurred as they sped by, and Cecilia’s heart pounded in her chest. “Are you trying to get us killed? Stop the car!” she shouted, her voice shaking.


    Still, Nathaniel remained relentless, pushing on without a word. Tears welled up in Cecilia’s eyes, her fear turning to anger. “Nathaniel! Stop the car! I’m scared!” she cried out, her voice breaking.


    Finally, with a sudden m on the brakes, the car screeched to a halt. Cecilia was violently thrown forward but was saved from injury by her seatbelt. Nathaniel quickly moved to her side, pulling her tightly into his arms.


    “You know fear too?” he murmured harshly. “Did I or did I not tell you that once you’ve had your fun, it’s time toe home?”


    Cecilia looked up at him, her eyes filled with tears. She raised her hand to hit him, but Nathaniel anticipated her move and swiftly grabbed her wrist. “You’re insane!” she spat out, her voice. trembling with anger.


    Nathaniel’s grip tightened on her wrist, his expression hard. “Drop thewsuit,” he demanded, his voice low and dangerous.


    Cecilia winced in pain but refused to back down. “I won’t drop thewsuit. Your reckless driving just proves you’re nothing but a madman,” she retorted, deliberately pushing his buttons, hoping to capture more evidence on her recorder.


    To her surprise, Nathaniel suddenly leaned in and crushed his lips against hers, kissing her deeply. His voice was rough as he spoke between the kisses. “Yes, I must be mad. Why else would I want someone like you, who had a child out of wedlock while married?”