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.

the line. After a

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

“All right.”

hanging up the phone, Elliot lay back on the hospital bed, waiting impatiently

Cecilia arrived, one after the other, and Elliot immediately turned on the charm. “Mommy, why won’t you let me stay with you at home? I

melted. She felt

said,

recommended that, due to Elliot’s frail condition, it would be best to keep him in the hospital, where he could be under constant observation and have

Reese

over at Calvin, who stood nearby. “Calvin, are you busy this afternoon?” she

time with Eli,” Calvin replied without

your help,” Cecilia said,

set of clothes and took him by the hand

the hospital, Elliot suddenly stopped, his gaze fixed on a family of three not far away–a father holding his daughter while his wife walked beside him, the three

“Mommy…”

asked, crouching down

a dad too,” Elliot said softly, his

and she 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 hearing it now made her heart