When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 1032 There Is Something I Want To Show Your

“Mom!”

Upon seeing Paula, who was now stone cold, Magnus let out a loud cry as tears welled up in his eyes.

Despite his indifference and the fact that he even resented Paula for her favoritism toward Cassandra, at that moment, he, too, deeply felt the loss of his mother

“Mom, how could you just leave? Moi!” he cried out repeatedly,

For some reason, Cecilia felt a slight ache in her throat as she stood off to the side.

Although Paula was not her biological mother and had shown her little affection, they had, after all, lived together for over a decade.

Not wanting to witness such a scene, she stepped out and crouched in the hallway, her head hung low.

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.NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

Cecilia slowly raised her head, only to see Nicholas, impeccably dressed in a dark suit. His expression was cold as he asked, “Are you okay?”

She promptly turned away so that he would not notice her reddened eyes.

“I’m fine.”

How could I be anything but fine? She’s dead. If anything. I’m thrilled. How could I possibly be heartbroken?

Nonetheless, he could tell she was lying and pretending to put on a strong front.

When we were kids, she cried for a long time after a cat we cared for together passed away. Paula was the mother she had admired since childhood, the role model she had always looked up to. So, even though Paula hurt her deeply, it’d be impossible for her to be devoid of emotion toward Paula.

He also crouched down and pulled her into his arms before she could react.

“Go ahead and cry if you want to. No one will ridicule you or make any comment.”

The ache in her throat intensified.

Even so, she remained mindful of the boundaries between them and extended a hand to push him away. “Please mind your actions.”

His arms around her stiffened as he suddenly recalled that they were no longer children.

She was no longer that little girl who relied on him for everything and thought of him as an older brother.

“I’m sorry, I was too presumptuous, he responded, slowly letting go of her.

Cecilia did not say anything more, nor did she look at him. She kept her gaze fixed on the end of the corridor.

She looked at him, puzzled.

He sent for the caregiver, and Magnus also emerged while wiping away tears. Then, they headed to the ward where Paula had stayed before her passing.

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.

“Ms. Smith, these are the things Mdm. Paula left you.”

Cecilia could hardly believe her ears when she heard that. “Me?”

“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 her last 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 her composure, she tried to persuade Cecilia.

“Ms. Smith, Mdm. Paula 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 Paula had written.

“Do you want to read the letter first?”