<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Chapter 1032 There Is Something I Want To Show Your</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Mom!”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Upon seeing Pa, who was now stone cold, Magnus let out a loud cry as tears welled up in his eyes.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Despite his indifference and the fact that he even resented Pa for her favoritism toward Cassandra, at that moment, he, too, deeply felt the loss of his mother</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Mom, how could you just leave? Moi!” he cried out repeatedly,</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">For some reason, Cecilia felt a slight ache in her throat as she stood off to the side.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Although Pa was not her biological mother and had shown her little affection, they had, after all, lived together for over a decade.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Not wanting to witness such a scene, she stepped out and crouched in the hallway, her head hung low.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She did not know how much time had passed before a figure blocked the light before her, and she saw a person standing in front of her.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cecilia slowly raised her head, only to see Nichs, impably dressed in a dark suit. His expression was cold as he asked, “Are you okay?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She promptly turned away so that he would not notice her reddened eyes.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“I’m fine.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">How could I be anything but fine? She’s dead. If anything. I’m thrilled. How could I possibly be heartbroken?</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Nheless, he could tell she was lying and pretending to put on a strong front.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">When we were kids, she cried for a long time after a cat we cared for together passed away. Pa was the mother she had admired since childhood, the role model she had always looked up to. So, even though Pa hurt her deeply, it’d be impossible for her to be devoid of emotion toward Pa.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">He also crouched down and pulled her into his arms before she could react.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Go ahead and cry if you want to. No one will ridicule you or make anyment.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The ache in her throat intensified.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Even so, she remained mindful of the boundaries between them and extended a hand to push him away. “Please mind your actions.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">His arms around her stiffened as he suddenly recalled that they were no longer children.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She was no longer that little girl who relied on him for everything and thought of him as an older brother.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“I’m sorry, I was too presumptuous, he responded, slowly letting go of her.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cecilia did not say anything more, nor did she look at him. She kept her gaze fixed on the end of the corridor.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She looked at him, puzzled.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">He sent for the caregiver, and Magnus also emerged while wiping away tears. Then, they headed to the ward where Pa had stayed before her passing.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The caregiver brought over a cardboard box and opened it. It contained a knitted scarf, a pair of knitted gloves, an adorable little doll, and a letter.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Ms. Smith, these are the things Mdm. Pa left you.”</font></font>Exclusive ? material by N?(/v)elDrama.Org.
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cecilia could hardly believe her ears when she heard that. “Me?”</font></font>
“Mm–hmm, that’s right.” The caregiver took out the scarf and gloves before continuing, “She knitted these for you herself. Before she passed away, she often–dreamed of you as a child, asking her for a scarf and gloves that she made herself. Hence, she used herst moments to knit these for you.”
Even as Cecilia listened to the caregiver, she made no move to take the scarf and gloves.
“She wouldn’t give them to me when I wanted them, but now that I no longer wish for them, she insists on giving them to me,” she said.
It was not just about the scarf and gloves, but also about a mother’s love.
She rose to her feet. “Toss them out or burn them with her. I don’t need them.”
The caregiver was momentarily taken aback, but once she regained herposure, she tried to persuade Cecilia.
“Ms. Smith, Mdm. Pa genuinely realized her mistake. She did this as a token of her affection. She’d surely turn over in her grave if you refuse it.”
Then so be it.”
Cecilia could not help finding the situation somewhat ridiculous. Why must I forgive her just because she realized her mistake?
Seeing that she could not sway Cecilia, the caregiver then brought out the letter Pa had written.
“Do you want to read the letter first?”