<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Chapter 839 Returning To The Smith Residence</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“I’m not angry. You don’t have to leave.” Nichs said slowly.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Jessica was doubtful but dared not make any reckless moves.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Since you’re fond of Nathaniel, take good care of him. If the two of you end up together, we’d practically be family.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Upon hearing these words, Jessica was filled with astonishment. “Really?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Of course.” Nichs lowered his voice. “But remember, don’t harm Cecilia. If anything happens to her. I’ll make your life a living hell. Do you understand?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Though Jessica didn’t understand why Nichs would say such a thing, she still nodded vehemently. “I’ll remember that. I won’t harm Cecilia.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“She, after all, gave birth to the great–grandsons of the Rainsworth family. I am quite magnanimous about it. Remember, whatever happens around them in the future, let me know immediately,” he instructed.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Understood.” Jessica readily agreed.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Only then did Nichs depart.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">After he left. Jessica felt the suffocating tension within her case.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She was breathing heavily. While Nichs hadn’t returned, she seized upon the opportunity to leave thepany.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The moment she settled into the taxi, her phone buzzed with a new message. ncing at the screen, it read: Cecilia is currently staying at the Smith residence.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">This text message was sent by Miranda.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">After Cecilia moved out the day before, Jessica couldn’t find her. Her only option was to ask Miranda for help.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">After all, Mirands had always lived in Tud and therefore, she had a profound understanding of Tud and Cecilia too.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Once she found out where Cecilia was living, Jessica could hardly wait to have her driver take her there. “Thinking of getting rid of me? It’s not that easy.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">At the Smith residence, Cecilia began tidying up after she returned.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She arrived at what used to be her father’s study.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She opened the bottom drawer of the desk, rummaging through its contents based on her memory. It didn’t take long before she found the photograph her father had kept.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The photograph depicted a family portrait of the four of them.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Originally, during the family photo shoot, Pa didn’t allow Cecilia to join. This photograph was edited to</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">In order to keep the photo within reach yet hidden from Pa’s discovery, Regas hid it at the very bottom of his drawer.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cecilia gently touched her father’s kindly face in the photo, feeling a burning sensation in her eyes.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Dad, are we truly not a family?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">As the technology in the past was not as advanced, Cecilia’s face stuck out unnaturally in the picture. Cecilia truly wanted to ask Pa how she could bear to deceive Regas and herself all this while.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">From the hospital, the caregiver had called her the day before, but she didn’t answer.</font></font>
However, on that day, when she picked up her phone again, she saw a message from the caretaker: Ms. Smith, are you alright? Mdm. Pa’s condition is quite serious right now. Could you possiblye and see her?
Upon seeing the message, Cecilia immediately deleted it
Before receiving the DNA test results, she didn’t want toy eyes on Pa even for a moment.
If what Pa said was true, then she was far too malicious in her actions.
When Cecilia was alone in the study, the sound of the doorbell echoed from downstairs once again. Once she regained her senses, she stepped outside only to see Jessica standing there, waving at her.
“Cecilia.”
Whenever Cecilia saw her, she felt a headacheing on.Property belongs to N?vel(D)r/ama.Org.
This woman is just like a stubborn leech, the kind you can’t shake off no matter how hard you tried.
“Hey Cecilia, I’m here to take care of you. Can you open the door for me?” Jessica stood outside therge iron gate, surveying the surroundings.
“Go back. I don’t need anyone to look after me,” said Cecilia.
“Cecilia, didn’t ou make a promise to me back then? Are you thinking of going back on your word now?” Jessica’s eyes were brimming with tears. “If you make me go back now, it would be like sending me to my death. My grandfather and the others would certainly not let me off.”
Cecilia was in a foul mood and had no desire to continue the tiresome exchange. “What has that got anything to do with me?” she retorted.