When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 1415 Where Are The Twins

Frowning, she quickly grabbed her phone and dialed Nathaniel. The call connected almost immediately.

"What's the matter?" Nathaniel's voice came through.

Taking a deep breath to steady her growing unease, Cecilia asked, "Did you move the babies? I went to the newborn room, and they weren't there. Where are they now?"

Nathaniel's heart sank, but his voice remained steady. "Don't worry. The babies are fine. I'll come to you right away."

Cecilia's tone sharpened. "Are you sure? Someone told me they're missing. Is that true?"

Nathaniel clenched his jaw, feeling the weight of the situation. To keep Cecilia from spiraling into panic, he forced himself to lie. "The babies have already been taken back home. I'll come get you, and we'll go see them together." Her instincts told her something was off, and she didn't know if she should trust him.

Ending the call, Cecilia turned to Cassandra, masking her anxiety with a calm façade. "Nathaniel said he brought the babies home," she said evenly.

Cassandra arched an eyebrow, caught off guard by Nathaniel's deception. She quickly recovered, a sly smile tugging at her lips. "Is that so? Then by all means, go home and see for yourself. But don't say I didn't warn you they're not there."

Satisfied to see Cecilia's pale face, Cassandra sauntered out of the room, leaving Cecilia to wrestle with her uncertainty.

Cecilia stood alone in the newborn ward, her heart heavy with worry. Time felt suspended, and she barely registered Nathaniel's arrival.

As soon as he arrived, a wave of dizziness struck her, and her knees buckled. Nathaniel swiftly caught her, pulling her into his arms. "Didn't I tell you to take it easy? You're far too weak to be up and moving around like this," he said, his tone a mix of frustration and

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"Nathaniel," she whispered, her voice trembling and tears welling in her eyes. "I need to see our children. Please, take me to them. Until I do, I won't find peace or rest."

Nathaniel's chest tightened at her words, but he remained silent, carefully scooping her up into his arms. Without a word, he carried her back to the ward and gently laid her down on the hospital bed.

He took her hand and said softly, "Cecilia, I need you to trust me. Right now, your health is the priority. I swear to you, within three days, I'll bring the babies back, safe and sound. But for now, you have to rest. Can you do that for me?"

Cecilia's heart sank as the weight of Nathaniel's words settled over her. She didn't need any further explanation-something terrible had happened to the babies.

The light in her eyes dimmed, replaced by a quiet resignation. All she could muster was a faint nod. "All right," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Nathaniel's chest tightened at the sight of her subdued expression. Leaning forward, he pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. "It will be okay," he murmured, though his own heart was heavy with doubt.

Cecilia nodded again she tried to reassure herself. "Nothing will happen to our children," she said.

Nathaniel hesitated, reluctant to

leave her alone in such a fragile state. He quickly pulled out his phone and called Zachary, instructing him to send Vivian over to stay with Cecilia. Once he was certain she wouldn't be left by herself, he left the room, determined to uncover the whereabouts of their missing children.

Once outside, Nathaniel's demeanor was steely as he turned to his subordinate. "Who came to see Mrs. Rainsworth earlier?" he demanded.

"Cassandra," the subordinate answered without hesitation.

Cassandra again?

A cold, dangerous light filled Nathaniel's eyes. The pieces were falling into place, and it was becoming increasingly clear that Cassandra had a hand in the disappearance of the twins.

"Where is she now?" he asked, his tone icy.

"I believe she went back to the Rainsworth Manor."

Nathaniel didn't waste a moment. Without hesitation, he climbed into his car and sped toward the manor. Meanwhile, Cecilia's phone buzzed with a message. It was a photo, unmistakably featuring her twin sons.

Shortly after, an unfamiliar number

flashed on Cecilia's phone screen. She answered it to be greeted by a voice distorted through a synthesizer. "Ms. Smith, if you don't want anything unfortunate to e happen to your two children, follow my instructions. Do not tell anyone, including Nathaniel. If he finds out, I will prematurely end the lives of these two little ones."

Cecilia gripped her phone tightly. "Who are you? What do you want from me?"

The distorted voice on the other end remained cold and unyielding. "Who I am is irrelevant. If you value your children's lives, leave the hospita

now and follow my ins

Only then will you see your sons again."