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

Chapter 319 Infiltrating The Room

The moment Felix spoke, he regretted it. However, having made such a bold claim, he found it difficult to retract his words.

And so, Felix covertly led Jonathan through a secluded alleyway, sneaking into the side entrance of the residence where Nathaniel stayed.

Upon arriving there, Felix felt tense, yet his face beamed with satisfaction.

“See? This is where Uncle Nathaniel lives.”

Jonathan looked over and noticed the room to the east. The decor was lavish, with pillars all made from wood.

Suddenly, he clutched his stomach. “Ouch, my stomach hurts. I can’t stand it, I need to use the restroom.”

After he had spoken, he didn’t wait for Felix to respond. Immediately, he darted off toward the cast.

Felix grew frantic. “You can’t go there. That’s where my uncle lives.”

No sooner had he finished speaking than he drew the attention of the housekeeper.

Upon seeing that it was Felix, the housekeeper couldn’t help but scold him, “Mr. Felix, what are you doing here? Mr. Rainsworth doesn’t like children around. You should leave quickly, or I’ll have to call and tell him.”

Felix could no longer see Jonathan anywhere, and he was worried that the maid might actually call Nathaniel, so he made a hasty retreat.

he didn’t forget to

“for lecturing me now, you’ll be out of

simply

only four or five years old. By the time he has grown up, I would

her room to continue cleaning, oblivious to the fact that

where Nathaniel lived was dominated by a monochrome color scheme, mirroring his

to find dirt

he was about to leave,

hid

gradually drew closer, and Jonathan saw a man about to walk in, clad in

help but cover his

around the room. He noticed the slight displacement of the books on the table and seemed to

swept toward the side of the cupboard, where a small hand was

back. He didn’t enter the room. Instead, he closed the bedroom. door. He then turned to

“Okay.”

distance, and Jonathan

brushed against a book on the shelf. The book fell,

it up for a closer look, it seemed to be a photo of his mommy and sc*mbag daddy from their younger

Jonathan whipped out his phone watch, snapped a quick photo, and tucked it back. Before leaving, he stealthily installed a miniature camera in the vase on the balcony, then slipped away from the

with