When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 1894 Could She Be Faking It

Only then did Nathaniel let it go.

As they stepped outside, Nathaniel carefully examined Cecilia's scalp. Cecilia gently brushed his hand away. "I told you, I'm really fine. It was just a little tug. Besides, she's clearly unstable-no point in getting worked up over someone who's out of their mind."

"All right.” Nathaniel nodded, though his gaze stayed dark and intense. Even if he said he'd let it go, in his mind, he was wishing Stella would suffer a thousand times over.

Truthfully, Cecilia wasn't as calm as she looked. Something about Stella's behavior had felt off.

Could a person who's genuinely insane show that kind of look?

Before they left, Cecilia turned to the director. "Does Stella have any history of violent tendencies?"

The director shook his head. "Not at all. She's been pretty cooperative since arriving. She almost never causes conflict with other patients. If someone does bother her, she usually avoids them."

Cecilia nodded thoughtfully. "Thank you."

The director asked, "Was there a problem earlier? Did she try to hurt you?"

Cecilia didn't bother hiding the truth. "Yeah, she pulled my hair. I think she needs to be calmed down a bit."

"Understood." The director gave an order right away.

"I used to know a doctor who specialized in this," Cecilia added. "He told me that some patients respond better when paired with another patient."

The director had already heard from Zachary that Stella was trouble. He nodded. "That's a good point, Mrs. Rainsworth. Consider it done."

Only then did Cecilia leave.

Not long after, the director assigned Stella a new roommate-a patient with a history of violent tendencies.

Back in the car, Nathaniel looked over at Cecilia and asked seriously, "Do you think she's really insane? Or just faking it?"

Cecilia didn't answer right away. She looked over at him instead. "What about you? Do you have a theory?"

Nathaniel shook his head. "No. But her breakdown feels sudden."

"It does," Cecilia agreed. "It doesn't sit right with me either."

"Can you drop me at the office?" she asked. She still had a mountain of work waiting for her.

"Sure."

After taking over Jamieson Group, Cecilia had found the whole thing a bit overwhelming. She'd never runa company this big before. Thankfully, Queenie had anticipated that and had arranged for a senior management team to support her.

She also said, "Ceci, you should study hard while I'm still around."

Whenever Cecilia thought of that, she felt a pinch in her heart, which only made

her throw herself even deeper into work.

Once she got started, she'd lose

track of time. It was the phone

ringing that finally pulled her back to

reality. She glanced down at thenoveldrama

screen and saw a name she hadn't seen in a while-Magnus.

She stared at the phone for a long moment before finally picking it up. "Hello?"

"Hey, Cecilia! What've you been up to? Took you long enough to answer," Magnus said, his voice light and cheerful.

Cecilia had already recalled the past. Her tone toward him was flat, distant. To her, Magnus was nothing more than the son of her adoptive father—a technical relation, not much else.

"I was in the restroom. Just saw the call," she lied smoothly.

"Oh, I see."

"What do you want?" She flipped through documents while asking the question, not even pausing in her work.

"You remember when Granny came to see you?" Magnus asked carefully.

Cecilia knew right away that he wouldn't be calling unless it was important. "Yeah, she wanted to take the Smith residence away from me."

"Granny's really just confused these days. I already talked to her and explained everything. She regrets it now. She asked me to apologize on her behalf." He added quickly, "Don't worry, Cecilia-no one's going to try to take that house from you again."