Chapter 365: You Are Free To Leave

“What are you doing? Let go,” Cecilia demanded.

He held her tighter, gently grasping her small hand with his other. “Don’t move. We wouldn’t want to harm our child.” A thought struck him. “By my calculations, it should be almost three months now. Let’s go for a prenatal checkup today.”

Cecilia frowned. “I went a while ago. The child is very healthy. And let me repeat, the child is not yours.”

Nathaniel was unfazed. He picked her up and headed upstairs. “Nathaniel, put me down! I’m not going back to the room!” she insisted, gripping his arm. He remained firm.

Cecilia realized he’d been overstepping lately. After carrying her into the room, he gently closed the door and carefully placed her on the bed. “Listen to me,” he began.

Speechless, Cecilia hadn’t expected to be physically outmatched, even with his blindness. Exhausted, she drifted off to sleep, unconcerned with Nathaniel.

He listened to her steady breathing, ensuring she was asleep before leaving. Mason had been waiting. Seeing Nathaniel emerge, he opened the car door.

The car pulled into Sparaville’s most luxurious building, a center for the country’s finest psychiatrists, filled with advanced equipment. Lying on a piece of equipment, Nathaniel continued his treatment. Lately, his memory seemed increasingly clear.

Chapter 365: You Are Free To Leave

Paradoxically, the clearer things became, the lonelier he felt. Most of his childhood memories had returned, along with images of his past with Cecilia—their wedding, the realization of her deception, the mocking gazes and words.

Suddenly, Nathaniel opened his eyes, his face chilling. “Mr. Rainsworth, are you okay?” the doctor asked urgently, noticing his erratic heartbeat and weak brainwaves.

Nathaniel clenched his hand, perspiration beading on his forehead. “I’m fine,” he assured him.

“That’s it for today,” the doctor declared immediately, fearing Nathaniel wouldn’t cope if the treatment continued. Nathaniel didn’t protest.

He remained silent on the drive home, his blindness mirroring the intentions of those who had wronged him. “Mr. Rainsworth, we’ve arrived,” Mason announced.

“Okay.”

Nathaniel stepped out. Mason watched him return to the house. Cecilia had awakened and was assisting the chef. Seeing Nathaniel, she asked, “How’s your memory recovery going?”

Despite recalling humiliating memories, her voice made his breath catch. He avoided her gaze. “The doctor said my memory can’t be restored,” he replied quietly, “but the physical injuries have mostly healed.”

He’d once promised to regain his memories. Now, with some restored, he couldn’t bring himself to tell her.

Chapter: You Are Free To Leave

Nathaniel approached, serious. “So, you really want me to regain my memory?”

“Of course. Once you’ve regained your memory, you’re free to leave,” Cecilia replied promptly.

So this was the plan all along? Nathaniel thought, a self-mocking smirk playing on his lips.

Cecilia, oblivious, said, “Come serve the dishes. Why are you just standing there like a fool? I don’t keep those who eat for free.”

His throat tightened. Reluctantly, his legs moved him towards her. Without thinking, he reached out his hand.