Chapter 262: Are You Really Pregnant?

“Don’t worry,” Cecilia said. “He never loved me. He won’t keep looking for me. Give it time, and he’ll give up.” She believed Nathaniel sought her only because he disliked losing, not out of genuine affection. She had already given him a substantial sum to settle their affairs.

Vivian stared at the ceiling, then asked, “So, are you planning to find a father for Jon and Eli?”

Cecilia was surprised. Her focus had been solely on raising her children; remarriage hadn't been a consideration. She shook her head. “I’m financially stable and can care for them. I don’t want a stepfather for them—it might not be good for them.”

Cecilia placed her hand on her lower abdomen. Vivian’s eyes widened. “Really? Are you pregnant?”

Cecilia nodded slightly. “Yes. I went for a checkup when I arrived, and I’m already a month along.”

Vivian, curious, placed her hand on Cecilia’s abdomen. “That’s great! In nine more months, Eli will be able to have his surgery.”

“Actually, it’s eight,” Cecilia corrected. She’d previously explained to Vivian that pregnancies typically last nine months, not ten.

“Oh, I see,” Vivian said, withdrawing her hand. She then updated Cecilia on events at home. “Did you hear? Stella’s reputation is severely damaged. And everyone online says Nathaniel is being cheated on.”

Cecilia anticipated this, but not Nathaniel’s complete disregard for public opinion. “Didn’t the Rainsworth family always suppress negative publicity?” she asked.

Vivian shook her head. “I’m not sure. My father said the Rainsworth Group hired a CEO, with Nathaniel managing behind the scenes.”

“Enough about him. Let’s sleep,” Cecilia suggested.

“All right,” Vivian agreed. After a few days’ rest, Vivian planned to return home. She'd come to Tudela for two reasons: to help Cecilia and to reconcile with Ernest, her first love.

At Daltonia Villa, upon learning Cecilia’s location, Nathaniel immediately booked a flight abroad without a word.

Mason knocked.

“Come in,” Nathaniel called, not bothering to change.

Mason found the room in disarray—empty liquor bottles scattered everywhere. It was hardly a home. He voiced his concern. “Mr. Rainsworth, there are company issues. Perhaps you should check them?”

Despite hiring exceptional people, without Nathaniel’s leadership, many Rainsworth elders were difficult to manage.

Nathaniel wasn’t interested. “I’m busy.”

Mason was astonished. When had Mr. Rainsworth ever neglected work? Remembering Nathaniel’s previous reprimands for interfering, Mason remained silent.

Another knock came. Mason answered to find a man he vaguely recognized. “You are?” he asked.

“Norman Jenkins, the lawyer Ms. Cecilia Smith retained. We met a few years ago.”

Mason instantly recalled Cecilia’s divorce settlement with Nathaniel. Before he could react, Norman entered. Seeing Nathaniel’s state, he paused, then produced documents from his briefcase.

“Mr. Rainsworth, Cecilia asked me to have you sign this on her behalf.”

Hearing Cecilia’s name, Nathaniel’s gaze sharpened. “What document?”

Norman stepped forward, handing him the papers. “My client entrusted me with a substantial sum to repay the betrothal gift from before your marriage. She hopes this settles all past matters.”