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.

drained,

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

understood enough to know that

here, we must erase all evidence,” Jonathan

have to

Nathaniel’s punishments firsthand. Once he caught them, he would lock them up for an extended

the Spring Forest Manor, he had been driven

only has our general

playing computer games,”

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was also tired. He, too, went and laid

little song to lull

to her father’s grave. She

Dad, it’s been

deep breath and 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 always lend me a

the fact that, not too far away, someone in a black sedan

in the car was periodically seized by fits of coughing. His complexion was pallid, and his slender pianist’s hands bore the marks of numerous

for us to leave,” the driver

He dragged his gaze away

father’s grave, Cecilia rose to her feet

a phone call. It was Sven at the