<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Chapter 1236 Give It All Back To Him</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">As Cecilia entered the room, a faint glimmer of warmth flickered in Nichs‘ eyes. “You’re here,” he said softly, his gaze gentle.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cecilia noticed his pale appearance and immediately felt something was off. “Mr. Rainsworth, are you feeling okay? You look pale.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Hearing her polite and distant tone made Nichs feel as though his heart was being pierced. It pained him deeply. He shrugged it off casually. “It’s nothing serious. I probably just caught a cold from the rain a few days ago,” he exined, waving his hand as if to downy the situation.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Come sit with me.” He gestured toward a nearby seat. There’s something I want to talk about.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cecilia hesitated but eventually sat down on the couch across from him. “What is it?” she asked.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Could we maybe skip the formalities?” Nichs asked, a hint of sadness in his voice.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cecilia lowered her gaze, unsure how to respond. Nichs, noticing her difort, didn’t push further.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Never mind, just speak however you’refortable.” He paused for a moment before continuing, “I asked you here because I want to talk to you about something important.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cecilia looked up, puzzled.</font></font>This text is ? N?velDrama/.Org.
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“I don’t want to be the CEO of Orion Corporation anymore,” Nichs said.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Why?” Cecilia was confused.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“I never wanted topete with my brother,” Nichs began. “The only reason I took over was because he lost his memory and his sight. Our mother made me step in to prevent thepany from falling into the wrong hands. But now that he’s recovered, it’s time! give it all back to him.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cecilia wasn’t sure how to respond. She was surprised by his sudden decision.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Nichs continued, “If it’s not too much trouble, could you ry my message to him? Tell him, I prefer my freedom after all.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“You should talk to him about this directly,” she suggested. “It’s bettering from you.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">At Nichs‘ wedding, Nathaniel had made it clear that he wouldn’t be returning to Orion Corporation. But Cecilia knew for certain that Nichs wasn’t one to speak without thinking.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Nichs began to cough, his body wracked with sudden weakness. Concerned, Cecilia quickly handed him a ss of water.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Here, drink some water,” she said.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">When Nichs took the cup of water, his hand brushed against Cecilia’s, and she quickly pulled away, feeling something sticky on the back of her hand.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">ncing down, she realized her hand was covered in blood. Nichs, still coughing violently, tried to take a sip of the water, but she noticed the clear liquid in the ss was now stained red.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Jocelyn, who had been waiting just outside, rushed in the moment she heard Cecilia’s voice.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Nichs, still struggling with his coughing fit, tried to brush off their concern. Tm fine, he muttered weakly.</font></font>
“You’re coughing up blood! How could you possibly be okay?” Cecilia eximed, her voice filled with panic.
Jocelyn’s face mirrored Cecilia’s worry. “Mr. Nichs, let me help you up. We need to get you to hospital,” she urged.
Since his discharge from the hospital, Jocelyn had rarely seen him coughing up blood.
Seeing this situation, she understood it was because of heartache.
Nathaniel had humiliated Nichs at his wedding. Despite his calm demeanor at the time, Jocelyn knew he hated that older brother of his.
“I don’t need to go, Nichs insisted, his voice hoarse
Jocelyn, knowing better than to argue, turned to Cecilia for help. “Ms. Smith, please try to convince him. You two were close once, and he needs help. You can’t just let him stay like this.”
Her voice was almost pleading, and Cecilia, though torn, nodded. She moved to Nichs‘ side and helped Jocelyn support him. “Nichs, you need to stop being so stubborn. You’re only making it harder for the people who care about you,” she said firmly.