When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 717 A Sense Of Obligation

His subordinates helped Yannick enter the room.

Yannick clutched his stomach, managing to utter, “I never expected this guy to be so capable. Despite our numbers, we couldn’t stop that one blind man. That Mason is quite something. He actually outsmarted me.”

Upon seeing the state Yannick was in, Calvin couldn’t help but retort, “Speak less.”

Had it not been for Cecilia, Nathaniel wouldn’t have spared Yannick’s life. Without this intervention, Yannick likely wouldn’t have survived that day.

Yannick was not ready to shut up just yet, and he was about to continue his incessant chatter when he noticed Cecilia sitting on the couch, her clear eyes focused on him.

On his way back, he had already learned from Calvin that it was Cecilia who had urged Nathaniel to let go of him.

His expression remained unchanged, yet his gaze softened slightly when he looked into Cecilia’s icy, penetrating eyes. Just slightly, nothing more.

Only then did Calvin notice Cecilia and ask, “Why aren’t you asleep?”

“I couldn’t sleep.”

Cecilia rose to her feet.

Calvin’s subordinate smoothly guided Yannick to sit on the couch. Yannick was covered in blood, wincing in pain as he took a sharp intake of breath

The family doctor arrived swiftly, tending to Yannick’s injuries.

Under his circumstances, it wasn’t convenient to take him to the hospital for examination.

Calvin called Cecilia up to the room, personally unfolding the blanket for her. “It’s still early. Go to sleep.”

Upon hearing his words, Cecilia looked at him, lowering her voice. “You and Nathaniel-”

Calvin interrupted her, saying, “Just like you said, I’ve had my revenge and settled the score.”

Cecilia exhaled. “That’s good, then.”

She scrutinized Calvin once again and asked, “When you got there, did he give you a hard time? Are you hurt?”

The more she behaved this way, the more complex Calvin’s emotions became.

He lowered his gaze, his profound eyes intensely fixed on her. “Aren’t you going to ask what condition I’ve left Nathaniel in?”

Cecilia was taken aback.

Calvin carefully studied her face and continued to ask, “After all, he’s your husband and you have children together. If I seek revenge on him, wouldn’t you be angry with me?”

Upon hearing this, Cecilia shook her head. “It was you who repeatedly pulled me back from the brink of death. No matter what you do, I could never be angry with you.”

After Cecilia had once chosen to end her own life, Calvin rushed her to the hospital. It was only after a strenuous effort that they managed to save her.

Later, while abroad, Cecilia grappled with depression and, on several occasions, contemplated leaving this world. Each time, it was Calvin who timely intervened, preventing her from doing so.

Calvin understood that her words were all due to what was known as a sense of obligation.

He grunted in agreement, the sound seemingly forced from his nostrils.

“Go to sleep.”

Leaving the room, Calvin casually shut the door behind her.

Downstairs, Yannick was receiving treatment from the doctor, but he couldn’t help but cast curious glances upstairs. When Calvin came down, despite the pain, he couldn’t resist asking, “Is she frightened?”

Yannick thought that she, a lady of high standing, probably hadn’t seen many people covered in blood.

Yannick was just about to accuse Cecilia of being overly dramatic when he heard Calvin ask indifferently, “Is your minor injury startling?”

Yannick was taken aback, his sharp eyebrows slightly raised.

Calvin took a sip of water and added, “Didn’t you notice the scar on her face? She inflicted it on herself while trying to save her son.”

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The photograph he found depicted Cecilia with a face covered in blood. Her right cheek was a gruesome mess. For a woman who was naturally vain and cared deeply about her appearance, such a wound was indescribably more terrifying than anything Yannick could inflict.

Upon hearing those words, Yannick was also taken aback.

Cecilia looked like a seemingly naive individual who appeared no different from an

inexperienced university student. Yet, she had the audacity to deal such a ruthless blow to herself.

Yannick’s perspective on Cecilia had slightly changed again.