Chapter 297: Nathaniel Agrees to Divorce

News of Nathaniel's car accident and subsequent blindness spread rapidly. Major media outlets reported it within days, causing Orion Corporation (also known as Rainsworth Group) stock to plummet and shareholders to become apprehensive. Niel, despite his age, was forced to assume control.

Vivian visited Cecilia, reacting with dismay to the news report. "It's hard to believe that just a few days ago, he was so full of life and energy, and now he's blind. Who can possibly take over such a vast empire as Orion Corporation?"

Cecilia, offering Vivian fruit, inquired about the divorce proceedings. Vivian's face clouded. "I'm sorry, Ceci. My father, learning of the case and my new job, used his influence to revoke my practicing certificate."

Cecilia was astonished. "How did it come to this?"

"He's desperate for me to marry into the Sinclair family," Vivian explained. "This was just another tactic to him." The Kennedys, newly wealthy, feared a return to poverty; hence, Roland's relentless pursuit of a advantageous marriage for his daughter.

"So, what's your plan?" Cecilia asked.

"I secured a clerical job; three to four thousand a month. It's enough if I budget carefully," Vivian replied, resolute.

"Let me know if you need anything," Cecilia offered.

Vivian nodded. "I will. I'll introduce you to another lawyer later—"

Before Vivian could finish, Cecilia's phone rang. It was Elena. "Nathaniel asked me to tell you that he's willing to sign the divorce papers. Meet at City Hall at ten o'clock tomorrow." Elena hung up.

Cecilia, surprised, considered the situation. Nathaniel was still alive and capable. A divorce would allow her to find a wealthy husband for her son.

She informed Vivian, who was equally incredulous. "Did he change his mind after his accident?"

"His personality did change slightly," Cecilia admitted, briefly recalling Nathaniel's desperate pleas in the hospital before dismissing the memory.

The next morning, Cecilia bundled in a heavy coat and arrived at City Hall with Sven half an hour early. She spotted Nathaniel waiting, his sunglasses perched on his nose, his lips pursed, dressed impeccably in dark clothing. He stood out conspicuously.

Cecilia was about to approach when she saw Mason approaching Nathaniel with a cup of hot water.

"Have some water, Mr. Rainsworth," Mason offered.

Nathaniel, instead, asked, "What time is it?"

As Mason checked his watch, his eyes fell on Cecilia. He pretended not to notice her, replying, "It's nine thirty-three."