Chapter 404 Sparaville Charity Foundation

After a moment of silence, Nathaniel said, "The place is rather run-down. It wouldn't be appropriate for you to go there in your delicate condition."

"It's okay. I will just take a look from afar," Cecilia replied.

Seeing he couldn't dissuade her, Nathaniel agreed. "Okay."

He returned to his room to change and immediately called Mason.

"Prepare a charity foundation tonight. Ensure both the boss and employees are in place."

Mason, personally cooking for his fiancée, looked dismayed. "Why don't we just tell Mrs. Rainsworth the truth, Mr. Rainsworth? After all, all women love money."

"All you have to do is execute my orders." Nathaniel didn't bother arguing. If Cecilia learned he still had significant wealth, she would likely raise the subject of their divorce. He knew her well; her tender heart was her greatest flaw.

Left with no choice, Mason abandoned his fiancée to make the necessary arrangements. Martha, too, was soft-hearted. Since learning Nathaniel's identity had been usurped by his brother and his mother no longer loved him, she pitied him. This was amplified by the fact that both her caregiver and the home chef were paid by him, able to cook anything she desired. Neighbors also spoke highly of him, praising his assistance repairing the road and resolving water issues for several households with a single phone call.

"Martha, you've got a great son-in-law. Not only is he handsome, but he's also genuinely capable."

"Indeed. How many blind men are as remarkable as he is? He manages to keep himself so clean and tidy every day. Apart from being unable to see, he's perfect in every other way."

Martha felt her health improving. Listening to the conversations around her, she gradually accepted Nathaniel. "As long as he doesn't change and always treats Cecilia well, that's all that matters."

Cecilia, composing music at home, occasionally overheard Martha and the neighbors. Even so, she remained cautious.

The following morning, after Jonathan went to kindergarten, Cecilia followed Nathaniel to his company.

"How much do you earn a month with a chauffeur driving you around like this?" Cecilia asked.

After a moment's thought, Nathaniel lied, "Ten thousand."

Ten thousand… Cecilia recalled earning only three thousand five hundred a month after graduating, and Vivian earned only one thousand at a small company.

"You found yourself a good job."

"The boss is an acquaintance introduced by Mason," Nathaniel lied smoothly.

"Oh, I see."

They arrived at an office building—not luxurious, but far from run-down. Before they could approach, a portly man and several office workers emerged.

"You're here, Mr. Rainsworth. Come, let me take you to your office," the leading man said, hunching his back.

"And who may you be?" Cecilia asked, perplexed.

"Oh, I'm the owner of Sparaville Charity Foundation," the middle-aged man replied quickly.

Nathaniel also noticed the oddity. "You can go ahead with your work, sir."

"Oh, alright, then." The man left with his junior employees, his legs trembling as he recognized Nathaniel, the once powerful man.

Nathaniel explained to Cecilia, "Those of us in this line of work are all kind-hearted, especially my boss. He's always worried I might trip and fall, so he always has someone waiting at the door to assist me."

"Oh, that makes sense indeed."

Cecilia followed Nathaniel to his office. The moment she opened the door, surprise washed over her.