Ignored When Chasing: Why Cry After I Got Engaged-Chapter 121: I’ll Go With You

"Mr. Nathan must be furious. After all, we’re talking about his goddaughter. After what Cecilia did to her, how is she supposed to live her life?"

"Even if the Nathan Family is rich, she still needs to pay proper compensation." Serena Hughes winked at Cecilia Nathan. "Isn’t that right, Cecilia?"

Cecilia Nathan just smiled without a word.

"Oh, right, now I remember. Sharon Quincy got into a car accident a while ago. I think it was because she pulled you out of the way and ended up getting hurt herself," Frances Bennett said as if she’d just realized.

Otherwise, it wouldn’t make any sense for Linden Nathan to be seeing Cecilia Nathan.

Cecilia Nathan’s lips curved as she watched Serena Hughes’s smug expression with great interest, letting out a soft scoff.

Serena Hughes frowned. "What are you laughing at? It’s a fact that Sharon Quincy saved you. She nearly died for you, and you have the nerve to laugh?"

Cecilia Nathan didn’t want to deal with her anymore. She turned to the bodyguard and said, "Forget it. I’m not in the mood to see your President Nathan today. I have other things to do. Some other time."

With Serena Hughes and Frances Bennett here, she didn’t want to just walk in so openly.

Seeing that she was about to leave, a rare hint of anxiety appeared on the bodyguard’s face. "Mi... Miss Nathan, please reconsider. President Nathan is waiting for you at the booth. Perhaps you could..."

"I’m not reconsidering. If your President Nathan is that desperate to see me, he can schedule another time."

"Schedule a time?!" Frances Bennett thought she had misheard. "Cecilia, who do you think President Nathan is? Do you think just anyone can make an appointment with him? So many people would kill to see him and can’t. He’s inviting you over right now, and you’re refusing? Have you lost your mind?!"

Frances Bennett’s expression grew uglier by the second. She turned anxiously to the bodyguard. "Sir, this girl, Cecilia, is a bit willful. How about I go with her to see your President Nathan right now?"

After speaking, Frances Bennett turned to Cecilia Nathan with a placating tone. "Cecilia, if you’re scared, just come inside with me. Don’t worry, Mr. Nathan isn’t some kind of monster. Even if he wants you to pay compensation, I can go in and put in a good word for you."

The moment Frances Bennett said this, Fiona Sinclair laughed.

Frances Bennett was really going all out just to meet Linden Nathan.

’Put in a good word...’

It wasn’t even certain if Frances Bennett could get a word in edgewise with Linden Nathan.

Cecilia Nathan looked at Frances Bennett, her lips curling slightly. "Put in a good word for me?"

"That’s right. I heard Sharon Quincy’s hand might need to be amputated. If she really becomes disabled, you’ll have to be responsible for her for the rest of her life. If Linden Nathan demands a huge amount of compensation, at least I can speak on your behalf as an elder."

"That does sound nice."

Frances Bennett’s face lit up. "So, shall we go together...?"

"Thank you, but I don’t need your help." Cecilia Nathan’s words cut her off completely.

"HAHAHAHA..." Fiona Sinclair couldn’t help but laugh out loud. "A clown. What a clown."

’After all that effort, Linden Nathan didn’t give her any face, and now, unexpectedly, neither did Cecilia Nathan.’

"I heard this Miss Cecilia Nathan used to do all sorts of things to please you, even going to the Hawthorne Family estate to cook you special health food. How did your relationship get so strained?" Fiona Sinclair didn’t miss the chance to mock Frances Bennett.

After all, Frances Bennett had agreed to an alliance with the Sinclair Family, only to go back on her word to suck up to an imposter. The memory was both infuriating and satisfying for Fiona Sinclair.

Frances Bennett’s face paled and flushed in turn.

’Even though Cecilia Nathan has been acting like a completely different person lately and giving me no respect, I was just trying to help out of good intentions.’

’I never thought Cecilia Nathan would be so ungrateful.’

"Fine. Fine! Cecilia, you’ve probably just started out in the world and don’t know how vicious it can be. Damian used to protect you, but now neither Damian nor I will help you. And you’ve offended Linden Nathan. Let’s see how you survive in Veridia now." Frances Bennett’s face was full of scorn. "When the time comes, don’t even bother begging me for help, because I won’t give it."

Frances Bennett was trembling with anger and was about to leave when the bodyguard stopped her. "Ms. Bennett, our President Nathan said he would like to invite you for a cup of coffee."

Frances Bennett staggered, nearly falling over.

"Wh-what did you say?" Frances Bennett’s face was a mask of delighted surprise. "Mr. Nathan really wants to see me?"

"Yes. President Nathan just said he invites you for coffee shortly."

"Yes, yes, of course! I’ll go right over."

Overjoyed, Frances Bennett walked toward the booth.

Cecilia Nathan picked up her coffee and also headed for the exit.

After both of them had left, Serena Hughes finally asked Fiona Sinclair, "Grandma, a moment ago, did you also suspect that Cecilia Nathan is actually Selina Nathan?"

She couldn’t get it out of her head. Cecilia Nathan, Selina Nathan—the names were just too similar.

It was too much to be a mere coincidence.

"I did have my suspicions," Fiona Sinclair said, narrowing her eyes. "Selina Nathan was very beautiful as a child, like a doll from a New Year’s painting. And this Cecilia Nathan isn’t bad-looking either..."

"Beautiful people often share similarities, but I don’t think Cecilia Nathan can be Selina Nathan," Serena Hughes said, voicing her own theory. "You must know about the incident a few years ago when Cecilia threatened to jump off a building to chase after Damian Hawthorne, right? If Cecilia were Selina, and she was that infatuated with Damian Hawthorne, given how Linden Nathan dotes on his daughter, he would have arranged a marriage with the Hawthorne Family long ago."

"But you just saw how Linden Nathan treated the entire Hawthorne Family. It was like he was dealing with strangers."

In fact, there was something else she hadn’t mentioned.

She had Cecilia Nathan’s diary, which chronicled Cecilia’s story with Miles Sinclair. The Cecilia in that diary was clearly the child of an ordinary family, not the great heiress of the Nathan Family.

"You have a point, but with Cecilia Nathan and Selina Nathan... there are too many coincidences in every aspect."

"Their names are so similar, and the bodyguard’s attitude just now was so respectful... I’ll have someone secretly investigate the relationship between Cecilia Nathan and Linden Nathan. Until then, don’t antagonize Cecilia any further," Fiona Sinclair said flatly. "I’ll prepare a gift for you tomorrow. Go and apologize to her properly. That way, even if Cecilia does turn out to be Selina Nathan, you won’t have made a powerful enemy."

"A gift?" Serena Hughes immediately recalled the time she had bought gifts for Cecilia Nathan only to be kicked out. "I’ve tried sending her gifts before. Cecilia refused them. She doesn’t fall for that sort of thing."

Besides, she had only given gifts before because Cecilia Nathan was a teaching assistant and she needed something from her.

But now, with Cecilia Nathan’s identity as Selina Nathan unconfirmed, being told to go and curry favor with her again left a bad taste in Serena Hughes’s mouth.

"The things you sent were hardly presentable. Tomorrow, I’ll get you something that is." Fiona Sinclair sighed softly. "Regardless of whether she is Selina Nathan or not, we cannot afford to offend her any further."

...

「At the VVIP booth in the coffee shop.」

Though it was called a booth, it was actually a private, enclosed room. The decor was minimalist yet stylish, and incense burning in a corner diffused a refreshing, uplifting fragrance.

Frances Bennett was taken aback by the room the moment she walked in.

She often met people at this coffee shop, but this particular booth was nearly impossible to book.

’As expected of someone from the Nathan Family,’ she thought. ’Their resources are vast; there are no barriers to what they can eat, drink, or use.’

Seated at the far end of the room was a man in a modern, Chinese-style casual shirt. He was sitting in an executive chair, playing a 5v5 game on his phone.

"Mr. Nathan..." Frances Bennett studied Linden Nathan carefully, stunned by his handsome features and youthful appearance.

’Is this really a man approaching sixty? He looks forty at most.’

His skin was fair with a hint of a man’s rugged tan, and his features held a touch of androgynous softness mixed with masculine strength.

Frances Bennett had to admit it to herself: Linden Nathan was even more handsome in person than on television.

"Ms. Bennett, have a seat." Linden Nathan gestured toward a small sofa nearby before returning to his game.

Frances Bennett didn’t dare to disturb him, so she could only remain seated.

After a few minutes, Linden Nathan finally destroyed the enemy’s base, placed his phone on the table, and folded his hands.

"You wanted to see me about something, Ms. Bennett?"