Ignored When Chasing: Why Cry After I Got Engaged-Chapter 141: What Should I Call You, Miss Nathan or Selina Nathan?

Chapter 141: Chapter 141: What Should I Call You, Miss Nathan or Selina Nathan?

Linden Nathan watched Cecilia leave, a bitter smile on his face.

Just as Cecilia was about to leave, Sharon Quincy, who had been listening from outside the door, burst in. "Miss Nathan, please, I’m begging you, just have one meal with Godfather," she pleaded. "You’ve been away for every holiday these past few years. He’s like a lonely old man. It’s truly heartbreaking."

"I know you have a problem with me. Godfather is only kind to me because he pities me. Deep down in his heart, you’ll always be the most important one. I’m asking you, please, just have one meal with him."

As Sharon spoke, tears streamed down her face, a picture of wretched sorrow.

Just then, Linden Nathan seemed to reach his breaking point. "Don’t say any more," he said, his voice cracking. "Just let her go."

Cecilia stopped, her expression unreadable.

"Miss Nathan, if you’ll just have a meal with Godfather, I... I’ll go to the police station. I’ll voluntarily cooperate with their investigation."

Hearing this, Cecilia shot her an indifferent glance.

"Sharon, you’ve done nothing wrong. You don’t need to say things like that." Seeing Sharon go to such lengths for him, Linden Nathan’s guilt toward Cecilia suddenly lessened.

On one hand, there was his biological daughter who wouldn’t even share a meal with him. On the other, his goddaughter who was willing to turn herself over to the police for his sake.

It was obvious who was more devoted.

At his age, blood ties were important, but the emotional connection mattered more.

"Forget it. Cecilia is busy. We shouldn’t trouble her."

Linden Nathan gave them both an out. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Seeing her father’s disappointed expression, Cecilia’s lips trembled. Her eyes burned, and her nose stung.

She knew her father was disappointed in her, but wasn’t she just as disappointed in him?

If he hadn’t always protected Sharon Quincy, she wouldn’t have become so brazen.

Finn Hawthorne’s death hadn’t been officially announced, but Sharon Quincy was undeniably connected to it all.

"I will find the evidence. I hope you decide to go to the police and confess before I do." Cecilia’s lips curled into a smirk as she walked threateningly toward Sharon. "Don’t think you can do whatever you want just because my father protects you, Sharon Quincy. The heavens are always watching. I hope you aren’t startled by Finn Hawthorne’s ghost when you wake up in the middle of the night."

Sharon Quincy went rigid, her face ashen.

"Cecilia, I told you, Sharon isn’t..."

Before Linden Nathan could say more, Cecilia walked out the door without a backward glance.

The SLAM of the door cut him off.

Once the door was shut, Cecilia’s composure finally crumbled.

In that instant, a sharp pain spread through her chest.

She bit down hard on her lower lip, using every ounce of strength just to stay upright. Even breathing hurt.

"Cecilia, are you all right?" Miles Sinclair was the first to notice her distress and quickly steadied her.

Cecilia shook her head, clenching her jaw as she stumbled toward the stairs.

Just then, a pair of arms scooped her up.

Cecilia was dizzy, but when she saw who was holding her, her eyes flew open and her head instantly cleared. "Damian Hawthorne! Why are you still here?"

"I’ve been here waiting for you the whole time." Damian glanced at her coolly, and upon seeing the awkwardness on her face, the corner of his mouth twitched into a subtle smirk.

Seeing his handsome face so close, Cecilia tensed up and glared at him through gritted teeth. "Put me down."

Damian’s eyes still hadn’t recovered. Cecilia glanced down at the stairs, and her heart skipped a beat.

Seeing she seemed a little better, Damian smoothly set her down, then glanced toward Linden Nathan’s presidential suite.

Cecilia’s heart gave a violent lurch.

’How long has he been here? Did he hear what we just said?’

"Mr. Sinclair, I have something I’d like to discuss with Cecilia alone. Could you give us a moment?" Damian said to Miles Sinclair with a pleasant smile.

Cecilia clenched her fists.

Every other time Damian and Miles had met, the tension was thick enough to cut with a knife. This was the first time he’d ever been so polite to him.

’For some reason, I have a feeling he’s figured something out.’

Miles Sinclair glanced at Cecilia. Seeing no objection from her, he walked away.

Damian shot Cecilia a sidelong glance, a faint smirk playing on his lips. His shirt collar was slightly open, giving him a rakish, almost dangerous air.

"Damian, you..."

"Should I call you Selina Nathan? Or perhaps, Miss Nathan?"

Damian’s words choked off everything she was about to say.

’Selina Nathan!’

’He knows!’

’He knows who I really am!’

"I... I don’t know what you’re talking about..."

"Don’t play dumb with me." Damian gripped her chin, his thin lips curving into a smirk on his otherwise cold, stern face. He radiated an intimidating, absolute authority.

’He’s angry,’ Cecilia knew.

He was often sharp-tongued, but he rarely got truly angry.

"When Miss Nathan was shamelessly chasing me, fawning all over me so obsessively that everyone in Veridia knew about it... I doubt it was as simple as you just ’liking’ me, was it?"

Damian was smiling, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes.

Her chin ached in his grip. Cecilia bit her lip and lowered her gaze, unable to meet his scrutinizing stare.

"Back then, I... I really did like you. I wanted to be with you..." Cecilia said, her voice dry and hoarse.

Back then, she truly had been single-mindedly devoted to winning him over.

Because at that time, Damian Hawthorne had been her reason for living.

"And what happened after? If you liked me that much, then stop hiding. Marry me."

The moment Damian spoke, Cecilia felt as if her heart had been viciously pierced by a needle, leaving it torn and bleeding.

’Marriage. Back then, she had longed to marry him, but he had never once agreed.’

But now, hearing him say it in such a vengeful tone made her skin crawl.

"Damian, calm down!" Cecilia took a slow step back, staring at him in a daze. "You’re about to marry May Rhodes... Please, just treat her well from now on. Don’t keep treating marriage like a game."

"Me? Treating it like a game?" He scoffed. "Then was it a game when you proposed to me? It hasn’t even been six months since you said you wanted to marry me. How... did you fall for someone else so quickly?"

Damian sneered at her, his eyes filled with scorn.

He stared at the pale-faced woman before him, the flame in his heart burning fiercely, laced with a bitter ache.

’Cecilia Nathan, Selina Nathan...’

’What else has she been lying to me about?’

’No wonder I could never find any information on her. She’s one of the Nathans.’

’Those Nathans of Aethelgard... They really played me for a fool.’

Seeing Damian’s mocking, sarcastic expression, Cecilia’s eyelid twitched, and she lowered her gaze uncomfortably.

’If I hadn’t hidden my identity from him, I never would have been able to get close to him in the first place.’

’Back then, his eyes had just healed, and the one thing he refused to accept was a marriage alliance.’

’If I had told him I was Selina Nathan, his rejection would have been a public humiliation for the entire Nathan Family.’

’Back then, everyone called her Damian Hawthorne’s lapdog. Cecilia Nathan could be his lapdog, but Selina Nathan could not.’

’Because Selina Nathan represented the entire Nathan Family.’