When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 1912

Chapter 1912 Torn Apart
Silently, Cecilia listened, serving as a confidant, allowing Elena to voice all her frustrations and regrets.

“When I was young, I compared myself with my brothers, filled with youthful passion. Then I married your dad and gave birth to Nathaniel and Nicholas. I set my heart on raising my sons to surpass them. I did it in the end, but I realized that up until now, they haven't really held me in high regard.” Elena massaged her temples, adding, “Sometimes, I really admire your mother, so formidable and capable. Now that I'm older and weary, I've decided to lead a calm, peaceful life without comparing myself to anyone else.”

Cecilia nodded, saying, “Regardless, Nathaniel and I will respect your decision.”

“Thank you,” said Elena sincerely.

At that moment, she was no longer Cecilia's mother-in-law. Instead, she was like an ordinary person seeking understanding from a friend.

Cecilia didn't know how to console her, so she could only sit quietly by her side.

At bedtime that evening, Wren was still out.

Cecilia lay beside Nathaniel, holding onto his arm. “In the future, we must be nice to each other.”

Nathaniel gently held her in his arms, placing a tender kiss on her forehead.

At that very moment, a fierce wind was howling outside.

Wren was still in Nicholas' office. Neither of them had left.

Despite being bound by the closest of blood ties, Wren found himself at a loss for words when it came to his son. He was even more clueless about what was truly going on in his son's mind.

Finally, Nicholas broke the silence, saying, “Dad, it's getting late. You should head back.”

“Aren't you going to give me an explanation? Why are you specifically targeting Nathaniel?” Wren asked.

Nicholas was completely unfazed, replying nonchalantly, “Isn't it all spelled out clearly? I want to compete because I feel inferior to him in every way.”

Disappointment filled Wren's eyes. “I always thought you were sensible.”

Sensible? Has he always thought that way? Nicholas gave a bitter smile.

He was older than Wren, but only by three years. However, he was already bald, and his face was covered in wrinkles, a clear sign of a life filled with worries.

Wren, despite being in his forties, appeared much younger. His hair was thick and lush, and his physique was impressively maintained. He looked at least a decade younger than Robert.

“Robert, why are you still here?”

After Wren left, Robert followed him there.

Robert wished for Wren to go to Nathaniel and plead on his behalf, asking Nathaniel to show some mercy.

However, Wren had refused.

Even then, Robert remained persistent, braving the cold wind as he approached Wren.

“Wren, I know that ever since we were kids, you've always been the kindest to me. Would you really bear to see our family torn apart, at each other's throats?”