When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel)

Chapter 87 Am I That Talented.

What’s wrong with a father disciplining his son?

Zachary knew what she was up to. She was playing hard to get, hoping that he would willingly accept the boy.

“You’ve really gone to great lengths to get close to me. You were behind what he did before too, weren’t you?”

Vivian and Jonathan was completely flabbergasted.

Zachary leaned over toward them, a cold glint in his eyes. “No matter what you’re planning, I’ll take care of the child, but I won’t take responsibility for a woman like you.”

Vivian had heard from Cecilia before that Zachary was a jerk. After seeing him in person, she found it to be undeniably true.

Her temper flared uncontrollably, and she swiftly raised her hand, slapping it across Zachary’s handsome face.

Zachary was stunned.

“Who needs you to take responsibility? Even if I were to marry a pig or a dog, I wouldn’t dream of marrying you!”

Zachary had intended to take Jonathan to a corner to teach him slowly, but he didn’t expect. Vivian to rush over unexpectedly.

The commotion over here quickly caught everyone’s attention.

Sitting on the second floor, George, who had been watching over his eldest grandson, was utterly astounded.

daughter is that

nearby quickly responded, “She seems to be the eldest

my

who dared to lay a hand on

Cecilia had also

could never have imagined that Jonathan would be here and he was seemingly entangled

found herself looking in Nathaniel’s direction, only to

get overly involved with Zachary and to take Jonathan back home

it

a private mansion, Cecilia and Vivian were seated on the couch, with Jonathan

up at Rainsworth Manor?” Cecilia

his explanation. “I went to see my friend today.

assumed that his friend was just a child of one of the guests attending the Rainsworth. family’s banquet. Thinking it was merely a coincidence, she didn’t

“So, how did you

into that man and he had me seized, event threatening to hit

“D“mn it!” Vivian cursed.

stoop to the level of arguing with a child. The

next time we run into people like that, let’s keep our distance,” Vivian said, wanting to pull him into

“Ms. Kennedy, this is already the

all these nicknames – sly kid,

I that talented?” Vivian said, munching on a