When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 653 That First Wife

Upon hearing Miranda’s words, the mothers seemed to gain confidence, dismissing what Cecilia had said as unimportant.

The voting concluded and, without any surprises, Miranda was still elected as President.

However, what was surprising was that a significant number of people, amounting to a quarter of the group, actually sided with Cecilia.

The latter found it a bit peculiar. At that moment, she noticed among the group of mothers a woman who was elegantly dressed and exhibited a lot of grace. This lady gave her a gentle smile.

Once the meeting was over, the woman approached Cecilia.

“Thank you, Ms. Cecilia.”

“For?” Cecilia was somewhat puzzled.

The woman then spoke up. “Do you still remember Ms. Camila?”

When the topic of Conrad’s mother came up, Cecilia’s memories were instantly pulled back to a few days ago. The teacher had asked her to come to the school to discuss an incident involving Jonathan hitting someone.

Conrad was among the children who were disciplined. His mother had an exceptionally good figure, which drew considerable attention. However, she was someone’s mistress.

The reason Cecilia knew about this was all thanks to the information given by Dorothy’s mother, Priscilla.

She had also seen news reports about this female model who was exceptionally arrogant. Camila had openly confronted her partner’s wife online, infuriating her to the point of hospitalization.

“Of course, I do,” replied Cecilia. “So, who might you be?”

“I am that first wife,” the woman responded unhurriedly.

Cecilia didn’t seem surprised.

The woman before her may not have had the Camila’s physique, but her face and demeanor were certainly more captivating.

“My name is Meredith Seiler.”

Cecilia didn’t know her as she had never attended the gatherings hosted by Miranda, nor did Priscilla ever provide her information regarding this woman.

“Thank you. If it weren’t for you, I probably wouldn’t have had a single day of peace, let alone bet here,” Meredith added. “I came here to vote as Conrad’s mother.”

“I see,” Cecilia responded with a smile. “I should be thanking you instead–for making my loss a little less embarrassing.”

Originally, Cecilia had prepared herself for only a few votes today, yet unexpectedly, she had managed to secure a quarter of them, which wasn’t too shabby.

“There’s no need to thank me. I’m not a fan of Miranda either. She’s selfish and self–serving. It’s just not fair to many kids. You aspired to be the president of the parents‘ association. Truthfully, everyone was secretly hoping for it.”

The two women shared a lengthy conversation, and it was only when they reached the school gate that they said their goodbyes.

After Meredith had left in her car, Cecilia could hear the mocking voices of the other mothers around her. “I thought she was something special, but she’s just like the rest of us, trying to fool

Us

“I’m not sure who tipped her off about our investment in Miranda, giving her the chance to pull such a stunt. Today really scared the life out of me.”

“Yeah, if all our money went down the drain, my husband would kill me.”

After hearing everything, Cecilia looked on with complete indifference.

She paid no mind to these people, knowing that in no time, they wouldn’t be able to act so brazenly anymore.

Intending to see how Jonathan was doing in school, she chose not to return.

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Then, she noticed Jonathan sitting alone, engrossed in a book.

Her eyes were filled with heartache.

Feel as though someone was watching her, Jonathan followed the gaze back to its source.

Immediately, Cecilia went into hiding. She knew that Jonathan and Elliot were different; the former valued his pride and was very sensible, so he certainly wouldn’t want her to worry about him.

Feeling peculiar, Jonathan withdrew his gaze.

At that moment, Felix hopped over to him. “Hey, Jonathan, your mom didn’t make the cut. Hmph.”

Jonathan looked at the boy, finding his childishness a bore.

“Oh.”

“Aren’t you upset or mad?”

“Yeah, I’m so upset and angry. Oh, boy,” Jonathan replied flatly.