Ignored When Chasing: Why Cry After I Got Engaged-Chapter 87: She’s Keeping You?

"I... I don’t know." Cecilia’s voice was hoarse.

"Cecilia, you need to calm down. Your Hugo died saving you. He’s never coming back." Chloe was desperate to snap her friend out of it. "Did you forget about Damian Hawthorne...?"

"Chloe..." Cecilia cut her off, her voice growing even hoarser. "I know. I know my Hugo isn’t coming back. I just wish this was all a dream."

’If this were all a dream, her Hugo would still be alive and well.’

’But she knew Hugo was dead.’

’He didn’t have to die.’

Cecilia closed her eyes, her mind replaying the accident—the car crash.

When the doctors pronounced Hugo dead, she hadn’t cried or made a scene. It took her a full year to gradually accept the fact.

If not for what happened later, she might never have been able to move on.

’Chloe was right. Hugo was dead.’

’And no one in this world could ever replace him.’

"I’m sorry, Cecilia..." Chloe was filled with guilt. She knew she had just poked at her friend’s old wounds.

But the dead can’t come back to life.

Such bizarre things just didn’t happen in this world.

"It’s okay, Chloe. Don’t worry, I won’t go looking for him."

Cecilia knew her friend was just afraid she’d never be able to move on.

After hanging up, Cecilia suddenly felt a cold, sinister gaze fixed on her.

Following the feeling, she glanced to the side and saw Mona Nathan standing not far away, staring daggers at her.

Just a moment ago, Hayley Shepherd had been standing beside her, so Mona couldn’t cause any trouble. Now, seeing her alone, Mona finally lost her patience and strode up to her.

"You’re Cecilia Nathan, right?" Mona’s gaze was vicious. "What you did today really pissed me off."

"I don’t care if you like Miles Sinclair, but you shouldn’t have—of all things—crossed me."

Cecilia lowered her phone and looked at her coolly. "Mona Nathan, you used the Nathans of Aethelgard’s name to ostracize a minor celebrity today. If your father found out, I doubt he’d be pleased."

"None of your damn business!" Mona raged. "Who the hell do you think you are, challenging me? Damian Hawthorne is gone now. Let’s see who’s going to protect you."

"You’re not walking out of here in one piece today."

Mona was completely infuriated.

Cecilia was even more surprised by how brazen Mona was.

Even if Mona’s father was the president of a company, he was, at best, the president of a subsidiary under the Nathan Family’s umbrella.

’What kind of ’princess syndrome’ does this Mona have to say something so cringey?’

Cecilia curled her lip into a smirk, but she had no idea this mocking smile would completely enrage Mona.

She lunged forward, about to grab Cecilia’s hand, but Cecilia was a step faster and retreated.

Mona froze for a second, then immediately reached out to claw at Cecilia’s face.

In a flash, Cecilia grabbed Mona’s hand and, with a sharp "SLAP," struck her across the face.

In an instant, the surroundings fell deathly silent.

For a few seconds, the air was so still you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone stared in a daze at Mona, who had just been slapped by Cecilia, not daring to even breathe.

Mona was from the Nathans of Aethelgard, after all.

The Nathans of Aethelgard were the wealthiest family in Veridia. They didn’t just have money, but also power and a deep cultural heritage.

A person like Mona, who was fawned over everywhere she went, had just been slapped by someone who clearly had a death wish.

Looking again, they realized it was the major figure from today’s auction—Cecilia Nathan.

Cecilia didn’t know that after tonight’s event, she had already become famous in the circle of the super-rich. After all, she was the first person to casually spend hundreds of millions on a celebrity’s item.

"You dare hit me?!" Mona clutched her face, her body trembling uncontrollably, whether from rage or pain, it was hard to tell.

As a member of the Nathan Family, she had been coddled her entire life. She could hit others, and they could only swallow their anger, but no one had ever dared to hit her.

"You fucking...!" Mona screamed, lunging at Cecilia like a madwoman.

Cecilia frowned. Just as she was thinking about how to shake off this troublesome person, a tall figure stepped in front of her.

Cecilia froze, holding her breath as she stared at the familiar back in front of her.

Mona grabbed the man’s clothes. When she saw his face, her expression shifted through shades of livid and pale before she snarled, "Miles Sinclair, are you dead set on opposing me? Or did you make some kind of private deal with this woman... Did she buy you?"

Miles Sinclair’s handsome features turned cold. "Look at where you are. If you don’t want to be tomorrow’s headline, I suggest you restrain yourself."

Mona gritted her teeth, took a few deep breaths, her eyes turning red. "Fine, fine. So everyone’s ganging up on me, is that it? Miles Sinclair, the Nathan Family owns shares in your entertainment company. Forget your company—if someone from the Nathan Family wants to blacklist a person, we can blacklist them from the entire entertainment industry."

Mona took a few more deep breaths and then suddenly laughed. "My cousin is right here in Korsyth. The moment I contact her will be the moment you get blacklisted."

Mona knew she didn’t have enough power to blacklist Miles Sinclair on her own.

But just because she couldn’t, didn’t mean Selina Nathan couldn’t.

Money makes the world go round. As long as Selina lent a hand, blacklisting someone like Miles Sinclair would be a piece of cake.

She used to love Miles Sinclair, but now, all she felt for him was hatred.

The deeper the love, the deeper the hate.

Cecilia hadn’t expected Miles Sinclair to step forward and help her.

With so many people around just now, it was clear that everyone was on Mona’s side.

Miles Sinclair tilted his head slightly and said to Cecilia, "Miss Cecilia Nathan, if you’re alright, you should leave now. It could be dangerous to stay here any longer."

Cecilia nodded and, without another word, headed for the exit.

As she brushed past Miles Sinclair, she murmured a soft, "Thank you."

But Cecilia didn’t see the flicker of sorrow that crossed Miles Sinclair’s face the moment she turned away.

...

Outside, Damian Hawthorne sat in his car, listening to Justin Bell’s report.

"Miss Cecilia Nathan and Miles Sinclair used to be boyfriend and girlfriend."

After those words were spoken, the car fell silent for a long time.

"Boyfriend and girlfriend..." Damian Hawthorne’s lips curved upward, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes.

’Boyfriend and girlfriend, huh.’

When Cecilia was pursuing him, she had said he was her first love, her greatest love.

’So her "greatest love" had appeared long ago.’

’Then what were all those things she said while chasing after him? Sweet nothings just to play with him?’

"Continue."

The car window rolled down. Damian rested an arm on the frame, propping his chin on his wrist, a wild and careless smile on his face.

The car was a LaFerrari, one of only a handful in all of Korsyth. Passersby craned their necks, trying to see who was inside.

The women shrieked when they saw Damian Hawthorne’s handsome face, while the men’s faces were filled with thick jealousy and resentment.

’Rich and handsome... Life is so unfair!’

Damian lowered his gaze. Seeing that Justin Bell remained silent, he tapped his fingers on the armrest. "Whatever you found, just say it."

Justin Bell swallowed and continued, "Miles Sinclair and Miss Cecilia Nathan were in an accident years ago. They were both rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment, but Miles Sinclair didn’t survive."

"According to the information I was able to find, it seems Miles Sinclair... died saving Miss Cecilia Nathan."