When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 1877

Chapter 1877 Out Of Her Mind
Just then, a piercing gaze locked onto her.

She felt it immediately. When she looked up, her eyes met Zachary's.

He was standing not far away, having brought a few clients out for lunch.

He hadn't expected to run into her—but upon seeing her disheveled state, lying on the cold pavement, his expression turned frosty.

Stella, however, saw a glimmer of hope. It was as if she'd found a lifeline. She scrambled to her feet and rushed toward him, crying out, “Zach!”

Before she could reach him, one of Zachary's bodyguards stepped forward and blocked her path.

Stella sobbed, tears streaming freely down her face. “Zach! Please! Let me go, I'm begging you!”

Zachary's brows drew together, his face unreadable.

One of the clients beside him leaned in and asked, “Mr. Sinclair, do you know her?”

Zachary's eyes lingered on Stella for a beat longer. Then, without a flicker of emotion, he turned away. “How could I possibly know a woman like that?”

“True, true,” the client quickly agreed, forcing a placating laugh. “I spoke out of turn. A woman like her—clearly trying to cling to you for favor.”

Everyone in Tudela knew Zachary Sinclair's reputation.

After the client finished speaking, he said to his bodyguard, “Get rid of that lunatic. I don't want her causing a scene here—she's a disgrace.”

“Yes, sir.” The bodyguard promptly lifted Stella and dragged her away, eventually tossing her unceremoniously onto the side of the road.

Even as she was being hauled off, Stella continued to shout, “Zach! What's wrong with you? Why are you ignoring me?”

“Let go of me!” she screamed, struggling against the firm grip. “Zachary is a friend of mine—if he finds out what you're doing, you'll be sorry!”

She wouldn't stop talking, her words increasingly incoherent. She was clearly no longer in her right mind, her thoughts consumed by fragments of the past—by memories of the glory she once held, and the days when Zachary and Nathaniel stood firmly by her side.

“The bodyguards spat in her direction, their faces twisted with disdain.

“Who do you think you are?” one of them sneered. “You might think you know Mr. Sinclair, but he sure as hell doesn't know you.”