Chapter 475 The Confrontation

“All right, who do you want to meet? I’ll go with you,” Cecilia said immediately. She dared not let Martha out of her sight.

“I’m just going to Wanda’s in the neighboring town. She has a new grandchild, and I want to visit. You stay home and work on your music; you don’t need to come,” Martha said gently.

“No, the doctor said you need to rest.” Cecilia tightened her grip on Martha’s hand.

“Silly girl, I’m fine. Remember what the specialist said? I have four or five years left,” Martha said, deceiving her. “And Wanda doesn’t like outsiders. I’m probably her only friend, and you’ll both feel uncomfortable if you come.”

Cecilia considered Martha’s recent confinement. She clearly needed company. Cecilia nodded.

“All right, I’ll drive you,” she offered.

“Sure.”

Cecilia felt relieved once they agreed.

When Elliot returned and learned of Martha’s injury, he quietly questioned the caregiver, discovering his grandmother was responsible. Enraged, he called Jonathan. “Jonathan, did you teach that woman a lesson?”

Jonathan was confused. “Who?”

“That witch of a grandmother, of course.”

Jonathan understood. “I found Paula’s account was empty. Her husband, Ralph, has all the money. That’s why I’ve been targeting his company.”

Elliot gave a thumbs-up. “Jon, you’re amazing.”

Jonathan, usually just “Jonathan,” was amused by the change in address. “All right, I’m hanging up.”

“Bye.”

Elliot then visited Martha; their laughter echoed through the house. Cecilia helped the chef prepare a nutritious meal. Listening to their laughter, she felt joy.

Nathaniel returned to a harmonious scene. He’d been extremely busy, secretly handling Rainsworth Group collaborations, unaware of Paula’s visit.

The next morning, Cecilia drove Martha to Wanda’s. Martha, reluctant to leave, simply said, “Drive safely.”

“I will.”

Martha watched Cecilia’s car disappear, then hailed a cab. “Sir, to Tudela, please.” En route, she made up her mind.

At the Evans residence, Martha spoke to the housekeeper. “Please tell Paula her former nanny is here.” Offering a tip, she ensured her message was delivered. Soon, she was admitted.

Inside the luxurious residence, Paula demanded, “What are you doing here?”

Martha glanced at the housekeepers. Paula dismissed them.

Martha confronted her. “I know you stole Mr. Smith’s money.”

Paula’s hand trembled, spilling tea. “Did Cecilia tell you?”

Martha stepped closer. “I’m here for Cecilia. Return her money, or I swear, I will kill you!” She produced a knife, pressing it to Paula’s throat.