<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Chapter 1072 Bailey Called Cecilia</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“All right. As long as you treat Nathaniel well, I promise you won’t be mistreated,” Elena reassured Jessica with a pat on her shoulder.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Jessica was filled with excitement. “Yes, Aunt Elena.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She momentarily forgot the pain she had just endured, unaware that her real nightmare would begin when night fell.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Elena, reassured by Jessica’s presence and her willingness to care for Nathaniel, left in relief.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Once Elena left, Cecilia followed Nichs into the manor.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The butler immediately came out to greet them. Upon seeing Cecilia next to Nichs, he knew he had to watch his words. “Mr. Nichs,” he greeted.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Is my brother awake?” Nichs asked.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The butler shook his head. “Not yet.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Only then did Nichs lead Cecilia inside.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">A cold glint streaked past Jessica’s eyes when she spotted Cecilia.</font></font>N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive ? material.
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">What is she doing here?</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She couldn’t do anything to Cecilia since Nichs was around.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Nichs,” Jessica greeted, pretending not to notice Cecilia standing behind him.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cecilia didn’t pay her any mind, but she did notice the injury on her face.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Let’s go upstairs,” Nichs said, bypassing Jessica.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“All right.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The two of them brushed past Jessica, treating her as if she were invisible.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Jessica looked upstairs, filled with resentment.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Nathaniel’s nice to Cecilia, fine, but why on earth is Nichs fond of her, too?</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The housekeeper pushed open the door to Nathaniel’s room. Upon entering, Cecilia saw him lying on the bed, his eyes tightly shut.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Just as Cecilia was about to step inside, Nichs suddenly warned, “Be careful.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“He doesn’t recognize you now and can’t control himself. Be careful not to get hurt by him,” Nichs warned.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cecilia nodded. “Don’t worry, he’s asleep right now.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">After she finished speaking, she walked over to Nathaniel’s bedside.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Only then did she discover Nathaniel’s limbs were bound by coarse ropes,</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The butler standing nearby exined, “We tied him up because we were worried he might hurt himself and the doctor during the check–up.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Can you untic him now?” Cecilia asked,</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The butler nced at Nichs, and upon receiving approval, he instructed the others to untie the ropes binding Nathaniel’s hands and feet.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cecilia, unaware of the exchange between the butler and Nichs, focused on the housekeepers as they loosened the ropes. Her gaze fell on Nathaniel’s wrists, chafed raw, with the ropes stained in fresh blood- a clear sign of how tightly he had been restrained.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Do we have a first aid kit?” Cecilia asked the butler as she sat down.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Immediately, the butler had someone fetch the medical kit.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cecilia personally applied medicine to Nathaniel’s wounds.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Nichs silently aside, watching.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Remember to untie him promptly when the doctor leaves,” he instructed the butler.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Absolutely.” The butler nodded repeatedly.</font></font>
After the butler had left, Nichs approached Cecilia and said, “Ceci, that’s enough. We don’t want him to/ wake up and hurt you.”
Hearing that, Cecilia could only agree to leave.
She had hoped to check on Nathaniel and see if there was any chance of recovery, but seeing his current state only deepened her worry.
On their way back, she turned to Nichs and asked, “What did the doctor say about his condition? Is there any chance of recovery?”
“The chances are slim,” responded Nichs.
Despair filled Cecilia’s eyes. Had she known it would end up like this, she would never have agreed to divorce Nathaniel.
On her way back, she was consumed by her worries.
At that moment, a call came through. It was from Bailey, Bailey Moore, who had previously looked after Pa.
Cecilia was confused. Pa has passed away. Why’s Bailey calling me?
She answered it, only to hear Bailey’s anxious voice. “Ms. Smith, could you possibly do me a favor?”