Chapter 263: Tired of Running

All past matters would be considered settled. Nathaniel examined the document, each page meticulously crafted to sever all ties between them. The compensation amount—eight billion—was staggering. How had she amassed such wealth? He’d investigated Cecilia’s company; its liquid assets barely reached a few hundred million. Even a sale wouldn't generate that sum.

With a cold chuckle, he tossed the document in the trash. “Why are you so sure I’ll sign this?”

“My client stated that refusal signifies indifference to the money, resolving all past matters,” Norman replied quietly. “I hope you won’t manipulate Cecilia further. Remember, you rejected it, not she.”

Norman, having watched Cecilia grow up, felt compelled to defend her. He’d expected dismissal, but Nathaniel simply said, “Don’t worry, I won’t bring this up again.” Norman was bewildered.

Nathaniel understood Cecilia’s resolve. She’d pay any price to escape him.

After Norman left, Nathaniel turned to Mason. “What would you do if someone you adored changed their heart?”

Thinking of his girlfriend, Mason replied, “If she fell for another man, I’d make her regret it.”

Nathaniel pinched the bridge of his nose. “Let’s go to the airport.” He was determined to find Cecilia. Mason, sensing futility, offered no resistance.

At Moontown, after a day off, Vivian prepared to depart. Cecilia saw her to the airport. Returning, she received a call from Calvin. “Ceci, you need to move. Nathaniel’s arriving soon.”

Cecilia froze. She’d expected months, even years, before he found her.

“Calvin, take Martha and the kids first,” she said.

Calvin was puzzled. “You’re not leaving?”

“I’m tired of running,” Cecilia said, her voice hoarse. “The world’s only so big. If Nathaniel never stops, he’ll find us sooner or later.” Years of relentless pursuit, of near misses and constant relocation, had exhausted her. “I want to make it clear—there’s no future for us.”

Calvin was silent a moment. “I’ll be there. If he forces you… I’ll make him disappear!” He hung up before she could respond. This wasn't Tudela; Nathaniel wouldn't have free rein here.

An hour later, Martha and the children departed. Elliot and Jonathan were accustomed to moving; Martha, however, was frail, her endurance uncertain.

Cecilia hugged Martha tightly. “You’ve been through so much.”

Martha chuckled. “Silly child, I’m getting older, but being with you all is never tiring.”

Cecilia watched them leave, a profound desolation settling over her.

Nightfall arrived. Wrapped in a blanket, she sat on the couch. Suddenly, a loud bang echoed as the door burst open. Nathaniel stood there, flanked by bodyguards.