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Chapter 92 Evidence By Jonathan
Mason noticed the shift in Nathaniel’s demeanor and wisely kept quiet for a moment, carefully observing his boss’s reaction. It was clear that the mention of Cecilia’s possible desire to forget him had struck a nerve.
Nathaniel’s eyes darkened, his thoughts swirling. Could it be? Was she deliberately keeping her distance?
The idea was hard to accept, yet it lingered, gnawing at him. His mind raced back to the events surrounding her disappearance. The way she had just walked away from him earlier that day, the indifference, the refusal to acknowledge their past—it all added up to something unsettling. He had tried so hard to convince himself that it was all a result of her amnesia, but what if it wasn’t?
He gripped the edge of the desk, his knuckles turning white. “If she doesn’t want to remember me, then she has a lot of explaining to do,” he muttered under his breath, barely audible.
Mason remained silent, but inwardly, he felt the tension crackle in the air. Nathaniel was a man who rarely tolerated ambiguity, especially when it involved someone as important to him as Cecilia. It was evident that whatever his feelings were, they were complicated—entangled with anger, frustration, and something else Mason couldn’t quite place.
Finally, Mason cleared his throat, breaking the heavy silence. “Perhaps you should have a direct conversation with her, sir. It might help clear things up.”
Nathaniel’s gaze flicked up, sharp and piercing. “And what if I don’t like what I hear?”
Mason didn’t flinch. “You’ll know the truth, at least. No more guessing.”
Nathaniel paused, his fingers still tapping restlessly on the desk. He wasn’t sure if he was ready to face whatever truth might come out. But deep down, he knew that continuing to chase the elusive answers through shadows would only lead to more confusion. He had to confront it head-on, even if it meant risking everything.
With a heavy sigh, Nathaniel leaned back in his chair. “I’ll talk to her soon. It’s the only way to get to the bottom of this.”
Mason nodded, giving him the space he needed. “Understood, sir. In the meantime, we’ll continue our efforts to gather information on Stella. She’s still a wildcard in all of this.”
Nathaniel waved dismissively, already lost in thought. “Stella can wait. I need to deal with this first. Cecilia is my priority now.”
Mason gave a brief nod, knowing that nothing would deter Nathaniel from this pursuit. He turned to leave but paused at the door. “Mr. Rainsworth, just remember—people’s memories are more complicated than you think. Sometimes, what they choose to forget is as important as what they choose to remember.”
Nathaniel’s lips curled into a tight, bitter smile. “I’m learning that the hard way.”
As Mason exited, Nathaniel found himself staring at the documents in his hands without truly seeing them. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts about Cecilia—her coldness, her behavior, the sudden disappearance of the woman he thought he knew so well.
He couldn’t shake the image of her walking away, so distant, so far from the woman he once loved. Did she truly forget him? Or had she chosen to?
In a sudden flash of realization, he knew one thing for sure: He couldn’t afford to wait any longer. He had to confront Cecilia—and soon. Before she slipped away completely from his grasp.
Meanwhile, at the Kennedy residence, Cecilia sat at her desk, a stack of legal papers in front of her. She was deep in thought, reviewing the case against Stella. It was consuming all her attention, but her mind was still half-occupied with the unsettling encounter at Daltonia Villa.
What was Nathaniel thinking? Why had he brought her back there? His actions were confusing, erratic—sometimes caring, sometimes controlling. She couldn’t understand him anymore. He’d changed, and she had too.
She was still trying to make sense of everything when the sharp ring of her phone broke her concentration.
It was Vivian.
“Hey, Cecilia, I’ve got something important to discuss,” Vivian’s voice was tight, as if she were holding something back. “Are you free?”
Cecilia frowned, concern creeping into her voice. “What’s going on?”
“I’ve been looking through the information Jonathan brought me, and there’s something I think you should know. Stella… her past is a lot darker than we thought.”
Cecilia’s heart skipped a beat. “What do you mean?”
Vivian’s voice dropped even lower, barely a whisper. “I think you’ve been played. By Stella. And someone else. There’s something you need to see, something Jonathan found. It’s all linked to your past.”
Cecilia’s pulse quickened. “Send it to me.”
She hung up, her mind racing as she quickly opened the document Vivian had forwarded. As she scrolled through the pages, everything started to fall into place. Secrets. Lies. Deceptions. It was as if the entire truth about her life had been buried, manipulated for years.
Suddenly, everything felt too heavy. She didn’t know if she was ready to face what was coming.
But she knew one thing for sure: She couldn’t keep running from the past forever. Nathaniel might have been playing his own games, but so was she. It was time to stop pretending.
Back at Daltonia Villa, Nathaniel stood before the large, ornate mirror in the foyer, his reflection staring back at him with a look of quiet determination. He hadn’t come this far to back down now.
He would get the answers. And he would make sure Cecilia stayed by his side, no matter the cost.
