Female NovelIf a couple as deeply in love as they were had to part ways, it would cast doubt on the existence of true love in the world.
Despite Peter’s deep sadness, he still instructed the man beside him, “Milo, please proceed.”Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org
Milo, sensing the heavy atmosphere in the room, promptly retrieved the document and began reading it aloud.
As Cecilia listened, she found herself in a bewildered state. The only part she clearly grasped was that Mark had bequeathed the house on Gamous Road to her.
What did he mean?
At that very moment, Peter said resolutely, “Mr. Evans regrets the actions he took regarding Cathy’s matters. He fully deserves any anger you may harbor toward him. But Cecilia… For the sake of your shared past, even if you can no longer be a couple, you shouldn’t become enemies, because… Because…”
Peter couldn’t bring himself to continue, nor could he reveal the complete truth. It wasn’t her secret to tell after all.
Unfortunately, Cecilia couldn’t fully grasp the meaning behind his words.
Instead, she took the document and carefully reviewed its contents.
Mark had been quite generous in granting her various assets. However, she made a deliberate choice not to claim everything.
She decided against accepting the house on Gamous Road and declined to receive Evans Gardon on behalf of Edwin.
She considered the possibility that Mark might remarry and have more children in the future, and Edwin might not be the sole heir to the property.
She carefully examined the terms of the agreement and then affixed her signature at the end of the document.
After she signed, her gaze remained fixed on the papers, and her eyes welled up with emotion.
It was finally the end of their relationship.
Peter knew her well enough to understand that if she knew the truth about Mark’s illness, she might not have signed the agreement. He felt a pang of guilt for not giving her the opportunity to know. It was unfair to Cecilia.
But Mark was right. How could he keep holding her back?
As they left, Peter pat Cecilia on her shoulder and said, “He wanted me to tell you not to cry, so please don’t cry, okay?”
However, Cecilia couldn’t hold back her tears.
After sending them away, she was overwhelmed with remorse, her mind a whirlwind.
It wasn’t until she felt the pangs of hunger intensifying as twilight settled in that Cecilia snapped out of her reverie. She stumbled into the kitchen in a daze, mechanically opened the cabinet door, and impulsively discarded all her favorite instant noodles.
Then she called the nanny.
“I want beefsteaks and mashed potatoes for dinner.”
She had no appetite, but her unborn child needed nourishment.