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

Chapter 325 Can He Be My Dad

Before leaving, Cecilia gave Nathaniel a stern lecture. Nathaniel, in his current state, allowed her to scold him without the slightest hint of anger. His dark, obsidian eyes simply looked at her with an innocent gaze.

Even though she knew he couldn’t see her, Cecilia couldn’t help but feel a pang of anxiety.

At the hospital, Elliot learned from his brother that their father was now living at home. A few days ago, he had been in a car accident, gone blind, and, to top it all off, someone had even stolen. his identity.

“He had it coming,” Elliot declared, his voice filled with righteous indignation.

Jonathan, on the phone call, echoed the sentiment, “Yes, he deserves this.”

“It’s just a pity we weren’t the ones who got to him first,” Elliot sighed.

Suddenly, an idea struck him, and he said to Jonathan with excitement, “Jon, Mr. Reese and Mommy are coming to visit me today. I want them to be together. What do you think?”

Both brothers knew well how Calvin treated their mother, especially when they were abroad. Calvin was nothing like their sc*mbag daddy–he didn’t have any ex–girlfriends, and he and their mom were childhood sweethearts. It seemed like a perfect match.

Elliot also knew that Martha had a soft spot for Calvin.

end of the line. After a moment, he finally asked, “Would Mommy

she’s just too shy to admit it. Don’t worry, I’ll break the ice between them today,” Elliot said

“All right.”

on the hospital bed,

on the charm. “Mommy, why won’t you let me stay with you at home?

teary eyes, Cecilia’s heart melted. She felt an overwhelming sense of pity

said, her voice full

would be best to keep him in the hospital, where he could be under constant observation and have his illness

out to embrace her. “Mommy, can you and Mr. Reese take me out to play today?” he asked,

no. She glanced over at Calvin,

I can spend time

you. I appreciate your help,” Cecilia

set of clothes and took him by the hand

a family of three not far away–a father holding his daughter while his

“Mommy…”

wrong?” Cecilia asked, crouching

a dad too,” Elliot said softly,

felt a sudden wave of helplessness wash over her. She didn’t know how to respond. The two children had rarely, if ever, expressed such a desire to her, and