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

Chapter 185 Grandma Elena

People around were pointing and gossiping about Zachary

His face was unusually distressed, leaving him with no choice but to get in the car first.

At that moment, Jonathan was hiding in a secluded spot in the classroom, from where he could observe what was happening with Zachary.

Seeing that the man had not left, he couldn’t help but worry.

Zachary is so meticulous that he even managed to find the preschool.

Jonathan was unaware that Zachary had considered him as his own son. Instead, he believed that Zachary was there for revenge.

For a moment, he didn’t know what to do. After all, one could only avoid the inevitable for so long.

As he was deep in thought, his phone rang. It was a call from Vivian.

Immediately, Jonathan answered the call. “Ms. Kennedy.”

“Hey, rascal, where are you? I’m at the school entrance, but I can’t see you.” Vivian was standing at the preschool gate, looking around.

Jonathan noticed her as soon as she arrived. The bodyguards who had been looking for him, all bearing unfriendly expressions, had already left.

He immediately dashed out.

“I’m here.”

“Why weren’t you waiting for me at

time came again…” Jonathan looked at her pitifully, hist

car, a frown creased Zachary’s brow. He immediately instructed the

zone, teeming with children, so the driver dared not press the gas pedal. Just as the car started, a woman with an innocent look and a bit of baby fat, strutting in

on the car window, anxiously

Zachary, what exactly are

loss for words as he

feel good about yourself for picking on a child?” Vivian warned

speaking, without waiting for Zachary’s reply, she

on his lips. It seemed

it felt as though the temperature had dropped a

Harassment? Jail?

his son, baffled. How had he ended

face alternated between shades of pale

aren’t you

driver promptly started the

was leading Jonathan toward her car, two figures stood not far from them–one was Elena, and the other

eyes on Jonathan, whenever she had free time, Elena would use

that day and couldn’t help but approach her to strike

Jon’s mother?” Elena asked, striding forward in her high

over fifty years old, but she had taken such good care of herself that she appeared

that as soon as she sent Zachary away, another troublemaker