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

Chapter 282 Scared

This time, Jonathan was determined to break into Nathaniel’s personal computer. However, he had not anticipated that his own father would still be awake at this hour.

Nathaniel was unable to fall asleep, and was instead, working on his computer when he discovered that his computer had been hacked.

He watched as his mouse cursor moved automatically, and clicked through his documents. His eyes narrowed slightly, then he quickly started typing on his keyboard.

Elsewhere, Jonathan was seated in front of his computer. His forehead was slick with a sheen of

sweat.

Elliot leaned over next to him, “Jon, what’s happening?”

“Oh no! I’ve been caught.”

In that final moment, Jonathan’s computer screen abruptly went dark. Unexpectedly, while attempting to infiltrate Nathaniel’s computer, it was his computer system that ended up being compromised instead.

After all, Jonathan was still young, and he was no match for Nathaniel yet. In no time, Nathaniel had managed to locate Jonathan’s IP address.

“So, you’re looking for trouble, huh?”

Nathaniel noted that the IP address was located overseas.

He sent a message to Mason, instructing him to investigate.

felt drained,

good–for–nothing father to have a few tricks up his sleeve,”

enough to know that they were

evidence,” Jonathan said as he shut down his

have

experienced Nathaniel’s punishments firsthand. Once he caught them, he would lock them

his time in the Spring Forest Manor, he had been

our general location.

playing computer games,” Elliot said, returning to his bed and pulling his blanket

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also tired. He, too, went and laid down on his

hummed a little song to lull

stretch on forever. During that time, Cecilia made a journey to her father’s grave. She cleared

Dad, it’s been

lifted her eyes to the distant mountains capped in white. “You once told me that I should always feel free to speak my mind to you. No matter where you are, you promised to

oblivious to the fact that, not too

fits of coughing. His complexion was pallid, and his slender pianist’s hands bore

Nicholas, it’s time for us to leave,” the

He dragged his gaze away and

her father’s grave, Cecilia rose to her feet and started to

phone call. It was Sven at the other end of the