When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 2044

Cecilia heard the news and, startled, went in search of Nathaniel. "How did you persuade Nicholas to agree?"

She remembered how every past attempt had met an unmovable wall.

Nathaniel did not mention the way he had bowed his head and begged Nicholas.

"Maybe his conscience woke up," he said lightly. "I only told him how well Meredith treats Dahlia."

Cecilia heaved a sigh. "Let's hope he truly turns over a new leaf."

"Mm." Nathaniel nodded once.

He spoke the hope, yet worry gnawed at him. Nicholas was not a man who shifted easily. Surrounded by shadows and no friends, he had built walls Nathaniel feared might never fall.

Inside Nicholas' private villa, his phone vibrated on and off, rattling against the desk.

He had ignored every call for days, refusing even to glance at the screen.

The name flashing now belonged to Jocelyn—and the device would not stop trembling.

Jocelyn's thumb hovered over the call icon, the bright screen reflecting in her anxious eyes. She had tried more than once, yet every attempt ended in the same blank silence—no answer, just the cold pulse of dial tones.

"Why is no one answering?" she murmured, worried.

Since resigning from the company, Jocelyn had not contacted Nicholas.

Yet, in recent days, former colleagues had whispered alarming news: Nicholas had vanished—phones dead, emails unanswered—and with him the momentum of countless projects stalled, abandoned like half-built bridges hanging over fog.

So Jocelyn tried again and again, her fingertip growing numb against the glass, but the result never changed: voicemail, silence, an ache hollowing deeper each time.

Yannick sat beside her, brow knit in confusion, watching her futile pattern of dialing and waiting. "What's going on with Nicholas? Has he decided he no longer cares about his own company?"

"I don't know," Jocelyn admitted, the words escaping on a shaky sigh.

Despite her attempt at calm, worry flickered unmistakably in Jocelyn's eyes—a storm cloud passing over a summer lake.

At last, after resting her phone face down on the coffee table, she sat in thoughtful silence, chewing at her bottom lip. "Yannick, I want to go look for him," she said, voice barely above a whisper.

Whatever mistakes Nicholas had made, one truth remained stubbornly clear to her: he had always treated her with genuine kindness.

Back when they were abroad, Jocelyn had been the one to look after Nicholas, but Nicholas had paid her generously, funds that kept her family warm and fed through winters that would have otherwise been brutal.

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