When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 2190

Before anyone could rebut, Nicholas braced both palms against the mattress and forced himself upright, sweat beading at his hairline.

"He's right. I don't need any of you." His tone was iron scraped across stone.

Elena hurried forward, hands outstretched to steady him.

Nicholas jerked free, impatience flashing like a blade. "Don't."

Elena's eyes shone with hurt. "Nicholas, please—listen to me. Don't be this stubborn, I beg you."

Since young, Nicholas' frail health had been Elena's constant vigil. She had always pictured him as gentle and accommodating. Now, watching that gentleness calcify into something fierce and dangerous, she wondered when her soft-spoken boy had disappeared.

Nicholas drew in a breath so long and slow it seemed to vacuum the stale air out of the room, his shoulders rising then dropping with a barely restrained shudder.

"Elena, if you really want me to be all right, stop assigning people to tail me."

Wren lurched a step closer, almost tripping over the foot of the bed in his hurry. "All right—yes, of course. Anything, so long as you stop punishing your body. Whatever you ask, we'll do it."

Elena shot her husband a hard look—a flash of reprimand that cut sharper than words—yet she held her tongue.

Only then did the tension in Nicholas' shoulders ease, the storm in his eyes quieting to a fragile calm.

Seeing he needed rest, Elena, Wren, and Nathaniel slipped from the ward into the muted corridor beyond, their footsteps swallowed by polished linoleum.

Outside, Elena's composure cracked. She rounded on Nathaniel, her voice dropping to a strained whisper edged with frustration.

"Nathaniel, Nicholas is your brother. You have to soften the way you talk to him."

Nathaniel sat down, elbows on knees. "I arrived in this world only minutes before he did, yet every moment since I've been expected to step aside for him—shield him—serve him. That isn't fair."

The grievance had lived in him for years; he simply hadn't spoken it aloud until now.

Elena tried again, her tone gentler. "But you know how fragile Nicholas's health has always—"

"Mom, I don't owe him anything." Nathaniel's words cut in, flat and final, leaving no room for debate.

Speech deserted Elena. The hallway hummed with distant machinery, filling the silence he left behind.

Nathaniel took in his parents' weary faces and tempered his edge. "He'll be fine. Don't work yourselves sick over it. Ceci's at home alone, and I don't want to leave her alone. I'm heading back."

"Very well," Wren said, and Elena managed a faint nod.

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