You Must Not Tell Ceci

At that moment, inside a private hospital, Nathaniel stood in Queenie’s ward, his expression unreadable as he told her he already knew about her condition.

Queenie’s heart clenched with worry. She fixed her gaze on him urgently. “Nathaniel, no matter what happens, you mustn’t tell Ceci. I don’t want her to worry.”

Nathaniel’s brows furrowed, his voice low and serious. “But have you considered how devastated she would be if you kept it from her… and then you were gone?”

Nathaniel could see it clearly-Cecilia might have been outwardly rejecting Queenie, but deep down, she was already wavering. After all, she had always longed for her mother’s love.

“If you wait too long, she might end up filled with regret-for not realizing your condition sooner, for not spending more time with you, for treating you with indifference,” he said, his voice low and solemn.

Queenie knew that all too well. Her fingers tightened around the blanket.