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, “Damn

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

to know that they were in serious

must erase all evidence,” Jonathan said as he shut down

we have

Once he caught them, he would lock them up

in the Spring Forest Manor, he had been driven

he only has our general location.

kids! We’re only good at playing computer games,” Elliot said, returning to his bed

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tired. He, too, went and laid

hummed a little song

up to the divorce hearing seemed to stretch on forever. During that time, Cecilia made a journey to her father’s grave. She

Dad, it’s been

No matter where you are, you promised to always lend

spoke aloud whatever came to her mind, oblivious to the fact that, not too far away, someone in a black sedan was constantly

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

it’s time for us to leave,”

acknowledgement. He dragged his gaze away and slowly

grave, Cecilia rose to her feet

moment, she received a phone call. It