When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 1871

Chapter 1871 Camila Was Found
She knew he was trying to ease her thoughts.

Jocelyn let out a faint hum in response, her mind drifting to what Cecilia had said earlier. Maybe Nicholas wasn't the person she thought he was.

Maybe she'd spent too much time idealizing him—only ever seeing the gentle side he showed abroad, when he was ill and far from home. But now she was beginning to realize he was far more complicated. Far less pure than the version she'd held in her heart.

“All right, let's not talk about this anymore.” Noticing her slight unease, Yannick quickly changed the subject.

Jocelyn didn't pursue it further.

Meanwhile, Meredith had already heard that things weren't going well on Cecilia's end—Nicholas had refused to relinquish custody of Dahlia.

Though disappointed, she remained calm. “Even if I can't adopt Dahlia, I'll make sure to visit her often.”

Cecilia didn't know how to respond.

Then Meredith added, “By the way, Ceci, did you hear? I found Camila.”

“That fast?” Cecilia raised her brows.

“I actually thought it was too slow,” Meredith replied, filled with fury as she thought of Camila's face.

“So, what's your next move?” Cecilia asked.

Leaning back against the chair, Meredith didn't hesitate. “I already passed her address to Zeke through a third party. Let them tear each other apart first.”

She had someone shadowing Camila—any of her movements were under constant watch.

Right on cue, her phone buzzed with a video message.

Camila had tried to steal Zeke's mother's jewelry and flee the country, but her escape plan was cut short before it could even begin.

She had taken refuge in a motel, hoping to lay low.

The two of them paused, a flicker of confusion crossing their faces. “If you don't have the jewelry, where is it?”

At the mention of the missing items, Camila was disheartened too. “It's been stolen...” she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her mind flashed back to the airport—she had gone to buy some food, distracted and careless. In the blink of an eye, someone had slashed her bag and taken everything inside.

Allison's face went pale as the news settled in. Her vision darkened, and she almost crumpled to the floor in despair.

Zeke's fury surged. His eyes widened, bloodshot and filled with rage. With no more consideration for any semblance of their past relationship, he lunged at Camila, gripping her neck with crushing force. “Are you joking? Where is the money?”

Camila's cheeks flushed a deep crimson, her breath becoming shallow as the pressure on her neck made her head spin. She couldn't form a word—her body paralyzed with fear and suffocation.

Zeke wasn't done. His face was a mask of fury, his voice low but menacing as he spat, “Give me the money!”

Camila shook her head and tried to pry his hands off her.