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Chapter 23 Do Not Make Me Angry
Cecilia was trembling, her hands instinctively gripping her abdomen as though to shield the life inside her. She had no idea how much time had passed when everything finally stopped.
Nathaniel’s heavy breathing filled the silence, and his words cut through the air, “Cecilia, don’t make me angry.” But Cecilia barely heard him. Her thoughts were clouded, her body weak from the ordeal. Her eyes were distant, and her voice, when it came, was hollow. “Didn’t you say that you would never touch me? So, what is this now?”
She buried her face in the pillow, trying to escape the storm of emotions within her. Nathaniel didn’t notice how pale her face had turned as she spoke again, her words laced with bitterness. “Does your little lover know what you’ve done? If she found out, I bet she’d be furious.”
Once, Cecilia had thought Nathaniel was a mixture of heartless and passionate, but now, she found him insufferable. Mentioning Stella, his lover, Nathaniel’s face darkened. “Did you ever think about that when you were with Calvin?”
His words were sharp, cutting straight into her heart, and Cecilia felt the weight of every accusation. He never compromised for any woman, especially not for her. As he dressed himself without even a hint of remorse, he added, “Looking at how scrawny you are, it’s hard to believe that any man would want you.”
Cecilia’s ears rang, and she could feel the blood beginning to flow from her body. It was only when Nathaniel was leaving that she managed to choke out, “Mr. Rainsworth, if I died, would you be sad?”
Nathaniel didn’t answer her. He simply said, “Move back to Daltonia Villa tomorrow,” before walking out. But Cecilia didn’t even hear him, too lost in the depths of her own pain.
When the door clicked shut, Cecilia pulled the blanket back to reveal the blood staining her legs. Just moments later, the distant sound of an ambulance siren echoed from downstairs.
The following day, Cecilia was lying half-conscious in a hospital bed, Calvin by her side, tending to her. Had she not been rushed to the hospital in time, she might have lost the baby. The incident only strengthened her resolve to leave Nathaniel once and for all.
Her phone buzzed, and she saw a message from Paula, who had fled abroad. It read, Cecilia! Since you’re alive, help me smooth things over with Mr. Larke. Magnus and I would be so grateful to you. Cecilia deleted the message without responding. She knew that as long as she was alive, Paula and Magnus would continue to make demands of her.
Another message from Nathaniel’s mother, Elena, appeared. Cecilia, you should be well aware of how much Nathaniel despises you. The only reason he won’t divorce you is because he wants to make you suffer!! So, could you please just disappear from this world? I beg of you.
As Calvin walked over, he saw the message and his face darkened. “These people are absolutely shameless!”
Cecilia turned off her phone and forced a smile, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “But there are good people too. Thank you.”
Calvin frowned, clearly uncomfortable. He could see the pain in her eyes and the strain behind her smile. How much injustice and suffering had she endured over the years? Why was she still so cautious, even with an old friend?
He sat down in front of her, looking directly into her eyes. “Between friends, there’s no need to keep saying thank you.”
Cecilia nodded in response. After a brief pause, she couldn’t hold back anymore. “Calvin, can you do me a favor?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
She knew that, for now, he was the only one who could help her.
Meanwhile, at Daltonia Villa, Nathaniel returned home after work, expecting that Cecilia would have calmed down by now. But as soon as he walked inside, his eyes darkened with frustration. He instinctively pulled out his phone to check for messages, but there were only work-related notifications—nothing personal.
A sense of irritation settled over him as he walked into the living room, tugging at his tie. His head began to throb, the pain intensifying as he leaned back on the couch and rubbed his temples.
And then, an image of Cecilia’s serene face floated into his mind. Her calm expression, though, was anything but meek. He remembered the first time he saw her—her hair tied up in a ponytail, her shy smile lingering in the air. The memory was vivid, and yet, it only added to the confusion stirring in his chest.
