When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 1072 Bailey Called Cecilia

“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.

Jessica was filled with excitement. “Yes, Aunt Elena.”

She momentarily forgot the pain she had just endured, unaware that her real nightmare would begin when night fell.

Elena, reassured by Jessica’s presence and her willingness to care for Nathaniel, left in relief.

Once Elena left, Cecilia followed Nicholas into the manor.

The butler immediately came out to greet them. Upon seeing Cecilia next to Nicholas, he knew he had to watch his words. “Mr. Nicholas,” he greeted.

“Is my brother awake?” Nicholas asked.

The butler shook his head. “Not yet.”

Only then did Nicholas lead Cecilia inside.

A cold glint streaked past Jessica’s eyes when she spotted Cecilia.

What is she doing here?

She couldn’t do anything to Cecilia since Nicholas was around.

“Nicholas,” Jessica greeted, pretending not to notice Cecilia standing behind him.

Cecilia didn’t pay her any mind, but she did notice the injury on her face.

“Let’s go upstairs,” Nicholas said, bypassing Jessica.

“All right.”

The two of them brushed past Jessica, treating her as if she were invisible.

Jessica looked upstairs, filled with resentment.

Nathaniel’s nice to Cecilia, fine, but why on earth is Nicholas fond of her, too?

The housekeeper pushed open the door to Nathaniel’s room. Upon entering, Cecilia saw him lying on the bed, his eyes tightly shut.

Just as Cecilia was about to step inside, Nicholas suddenly warned, “Be careful.”

“He doesn’t recognize you now and can’t control himself. Be careful not to get hurt by him,” Nicholas warned.

Cecilia nodded. “Don’t worry, he’s asleep right now.”

After she finished speaking, she walked over to Nathaniel’s bedside.

Only then did she discover Nathaniel’s limbs were bound by coarse ropes,

The butler standing nearby explained, “We tied him up because we were worried he might hurt himself and the doctor during the check–up.”

“Can you untic him now?” Cecilia asked,

The butler glanced at Nicholas, and upon receiving approval, he instructed the others to untie the ropes binding Nathaniel’s hands and feet.

Cecilia, unaware of the exchange between the butler and Nicholas, 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.

“Do we have a first aid kit?” Cecilia asked the butler as she sat down.

Immediately, the butler had someone fetch the medical kit.

Cecilia personally applied medicine to Nathaniel’s wounds.

Nicholas silently aside, watching.

“Remember to untie him promptly when the doctor leaves,” he instructed the butler.

“Absolutely.” The butler nodded repeatedly.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

After the butler had left, Nicholas 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 Nicholas and asked, “What did the doctor say about his condition? Is there any chance of recovery?”

“The chances are slim,” responded Nicholas.

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 Paula.

Cecilia was confused. Paula 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?”