When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 1789

Chapter 1789 Meeting Her Grandparents
At Sinclair Manor, upon learning that Jonathan was planning to visit Cecilia's maternal grandmother, George had promptly arranged for a variety of items to be prepared for him.

“Jon, once you're there, remember to video call me. Otherwise, I'm going to miss you,” he said.

Jonathan obediently nodded. “Don't worry, Great-grandpa.”

George looked at him, his face filled with reluctance.

The following day, he personally escorted Jonathan to the airport.

At the airport, Queenie, Cecilia, and Elliot had already arrived.

George had a quick chat with Queenie before he reluctantly left.

Observing the elderly man's hunched silhouette, Queenie couldn't help but remark, “George truly adores Jon.”

“Mmm-hmm.” Cecilia nodded.

George was genuinely fond of Jon, treating him as if he were his own great-grandson. At present, Jon held a significant amount of the Sinclair family's assets.

“Given Old Mr. Sinclair's age, he must surely yearn for a great-grandchild of his own,” remarked Queenie.

In the past, when she hadn't found Cecilia, she would look at others her age who were already blessed with grandchildren and great-grandchildren, and she couldn't help but feel a pang of envy.

Sometimes, she would even dream of being surrounded by many grandchildren.

Due to her age and the fact that her life might be nearing its end, familial love seemed especially precious.

Caliste walked over and said, “We can board the plane now.”

“Alright.”

With that, Cecilia assisted Queenie in boarding the plane.

Seated on the airplane, two children were chattering and laughing, yet Cecilia was somewhat nervous.

She was about to meet relatives she hadn't seen in decades. She had no idea what they looked like now, or what she would say when she saw them.

Throughout the journey, Cecilia was constantly on edge.

Queenie had noticed it too. She reached out and grasped Cecilia's hand. “Cecilia, don't be scared. Your grandparents and aunt are all nice people.”

The car soon came to a steady halt.

Its door swung open, and as soon as Cecilia stepped out, two elderly folks, along with some other relatives she didn't recognize, swiftly gathered around her.

“Cecilia, is that you?” Bethany Roberts, Queenie's mother, looked at Cecilia with a tender expression, her eyes glistening. “You truly are the spitting image of your mother when she was young.”

Alphonse Jamieson, Queenie's father, was also overwhelmed with emotion. “My dear, you have finally returned to us.”

The other relatives also chimed in, each expressing their heartfelt emotions.

When Cecilia saw how warm they were to her, she was somewhat stunned.

Fortunately, Brooklyn came to her rescue. “They've just arrived by flight. There's no need to stand and chat at the door. Let's go inside and let them rest first.”

“Right, right, right.” Only then did the others remember that their guests might be tired.

Bethany and Alphonse then led Cecilia by hand into the mansion.

They had barely taken two steps when they saw the two little ones alighting from the car, their eyes instantly lighting up.