When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 1385

Chapter 1385 What Would You Do
After hearing that, Ernest couldn't help but feel helpless. He took several harsh drags from his cigarette, then extinguished the butt and tossed it into the trash can.

“Do you think I didn't want to tell Vivian? Let me ask you, if you were in her shoes, knowing all this, what would you do? Should she wait for me for a few more years until my current wife passes away before I marry her?” Ernest asked.

Upon hearing that, Mason was at a loss for words.

Then, he said, “However, if you go on like this, once Vivian learns the truth, she's bound to despise you. Have you considered whether she truly loves Zachary?”

Mason often saw Vivian and Zachary bickering. As such, he thought she didn't like Zachary and that perhaps she married the latter only to seek revenge against Ernest.

Ernest lit another cigarette. “I was afraid of this very situation, which is why I hoped she would think more carefully about marrying Zachary. The last thing I wanted was for her to regret it.”

“The day after tomorrow, they'll be married, and nothing can be undone by then. You need to tell her the truth. Whether she chooses to marry Zachary, waits for you, or perhaps chooses no one at all, she deserves to know,” Mason stated.

As a man, he understood Ernest was only thinking about Vivian, not wanting to hold her back.

However, in love, the right to know was also very significant. Abruptly ending a relationship without any given reason could potentially cause more pain to the other person than the truth itself.

Mason could tell that while Vivian appeared optimistic on the surface, in reality, she was far from genuinely happy.

“Let me think about it some more,” Ernest said, his gaze lowered.

“Right,” said Mason before leaving.

After he left, Ernest stared blankly at the scenery outside the window.

After an indeterminate amount of time, his phone began to ring. He picked it up and saw that it was his wife calling. “Darling, what's wrong?”

“Ernest, why haven't you returned yet? Are you working overtime?” asked Jennifer.

Ernest glanced at the time. It was already half past seven in the evening. Surprisingly, he had completely lost track of time. “Sure, I'll be back soon. You don't have to wait for me. Go ahead and eat. I don't want you to be hungry.”

“I know. I had my meal a while ago.”