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

Chapter 240 Are You That Petty

Vivian sensed something amiss and immediately phoned Jonathan’s teacher.

“Hello, could you please have Jon take the call, miss?”

“You’re Jon’s mother, yes? Jon’s father came a while ago and picked him up,” the homeroom. teacher said.

Father… Nathaniel? Pah! He doesn’t know that Jon is his child! Could it have been….

Vivian was shaken up.

“Hello, are you still there, Ms. Vivian?”

“How could you let someone else pick my son up? What if he was a bad person? Who was it, and what did he look like?” Vivian roared into the phone.

How am I supposed to explain it to Ceci if Jon were to be missing? This teacher is just too irresponsible!

She knew that what mattered most to Cecilia was her two children, with her being terrified that anything might happen to them.

Right then, Jonathan had been taken away while she remained completely unaware.

Having no time to bother about her personal belongings that were tossed out onto the ground, Vivian quickly hailed a taxi, instructing the driver to head to the international preschool.

The homeroom teacher was bewildered. “Don’t you know what your child’s father looks like?”

flushed bright red with frustration. “I had a one–night stand with the child’s father and had never seen his

was utterly irresponsible of her to not notify the parent beforehand when someone came to pick Jon

aggrieved,

from taking Jon away since it was the head of

point nine meters. He was also strikingly handsome and had mesmerizing eyes. Oh yes, his family

Sinclair? Who else could it be, if not

immediately hung up and called

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Vivian’s hands shook.

me he blocked me? What

artificial sea Zachary had constructed was

first impression upon being brought there forcibly was that

known earlier. I wouldn’t have stolen my biological father’s money but that of this fake daddy who mistook me as his

in Jonathan’s calm

school, huh, brat? If you’re scared, just cry. I won’t laugh

my son. If he’s frightened to tears, I won’t

eyes that were as black as obsidian on

aura remind me so much of

at in such a manner, so

your mommy teach you how to

was somewhat speechless, but he didn’t call the man out. Instead, he decided to play