When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 1760 Family Group

Seeing Cecilia staring blankly at her phone without responding, Queenie assumed she was hesitant and quickly reassured her.

"It's okay. If you don't feel like replying, don't force yourself. Your grandparents aren't very familiar with these modern communication methods anyway. Once we get back, you can talk to them in person."

It wasn't that Cecilia was unwilling-she simply hadn't processed the overwhelming response yet.

After a brief pause, she began replying to the messages one by one, then looked up and explained, "I just... haven't wrapped my head around it yet."

Queenie smiled warmly. "They can be a bit too enthusiastic sometimes. But remember, you can always talk to me. You don't have to force yourself into anything, okay?"

Cecilia nodded. "Got it."

She wasn't uncomfortable—just in disbelief. This kind of warmth was something she had never experienced before.

While Cecilia was chatting with Queenie, a notification popped up on her phone- it was a message from her grandmother, Bethany Roberts. Upon opening it, she was stunned to see a bank transfer.

Two hundred thousand.

It was the daily transfer limit, but to Bethany, it was far from enough.

Almost immediately, another message followed: Ceci, I can only transfer two hundred thousand a day. Send me your full bank account details-I'll send you some pocket money.

Cecilia stared at the message, momentarily at a loss. Two hundred thousand as pocket money? That's more than enough!

Before she could even process it, another notification appeared. This time, it was a transfer from her grandfather, Alphonse Jamieson. Then more followed-various amounts from other relatives, filling her transaction history one after another.

To them, money was nothing more than a string of numbers. In fact, they thought the amount they had sent was too little, and the transfer limits were simply an inconvenience.

Cecilia quickly typed a response: No need. I have money.

Queenie glanced at her phone and chuckled. “Just accept it. This is nothing to them just a small token of their affection. If you refuse, they probably won't be able to sleep tonight. Besides, your grandparents are absolutely loaded."

Hearing that, Cecilia finally gave in and accepted the transfers, thanking each sender one by one. However, she still refrained from sharing her full account details. She had always been self-sufficient and didn't need much.noveldrama

Noticing how overwhelming the sudden enthusiasm might be, Queenie sent a message to the

group chat: All right, everyonenet

Ceci has received your love. No need to send more. We need to rest now. swnovel

After Queenie's message, everyone in the group chat expressed their understanding. One by one, the flurry of messages slowed until the chat finally fell

silent.

At last, the relentless buzzing of Cecilia's phone subsided.

She sent one final message of gratitude before closing WhatsApp.

Queenie glanced at her. "Did they scare you?"

Cecilia shook her head with a small smile. "They're certainly enthusiastic, but I like it."

Ever since she was a child, she had longed for this kind of warmth and affection. Queenie let out a soft sigh. "If only I had found you sooner."

If she had, Cecilia wouldn't have grown up lacking love or feeling so distant from her own family.

"I think things are pretty good as they are now," Cecilia said lightly She truly didn't mind. After all, some

children spent their entire lives

searching for their mothers and

never found them. 'swnovel

That night, Queenie pleaded with Cecilia to stay. In the end, Cecilia agreed and asked Nathaniel to head back first.

"All right," Nathaniel responded simply before getting into the car and leaving the hospital.

On the way back, he rubbed his temples, exhaustion creeping in. When he arrived at the entrance of the Smith residence, he noticed a

an

figure standing there-Stella. He wasn't sure how long she had been waiting. swnovel

The moment she spotted his car, she threw caution to the wind and dashed in front of it.

Nathaniel frowned, watching as the driver slammed on the brakes. Once the car came to a full stop, he opened the door and stepped out.

"What are you doing here?" His voice was cold.

Stella's eyes were filled with fear. "Nathaniel... I mean, Mr. Rainsworth," she stammered. “I was wrong. I swear I won't do it again. Please, just this once, spare

me..."