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

Chapter 342 I Am Your Stepfather From Now On

Magnus was so frightened that he almost fell to his knees, his legs trembling incessantly.

“Nathaniel, please don’t be mad. How could I ever harm my own sister? I’ll have the charges dropped immediately.”

It wasn’t until Nathaniel’s car had disappeared into the distance that Magnus finally exhaled a sigh of relief. He no longer dared to make grandiose claims and he knew that the free eight billion was something he could never obtain.

He never imagined that Nathaniel would actually stand up for his useless sister. After all, it was him who had the most disdain for Cecilia in the past.

Upon returning, Paula was met with the sight of her injured son, which filled her with uncontrollable anger.

“How could she possibly deal such a ruthless blow?”

“It wasn’t her, it was one of her bodyguards,” Magnus responded.

Paula wanted to say something else, but Magnus told her that Nathaniel had gotten involved in the matter and they had to withdraw the lawsuit.

After hearing this, Paula fell silent.

“Who would’ve thought that Nathaniel still held some affection for her.”

On the way back home, Cecilia received a call from Norman. He informed her that Paula and his party had withdrawn their lawsuit.

She was finally at ease.

Meanwhile, Vivian was in a state of panic, frantically searching for Jonathan, who hadn’t shown. up as expected.

was still unaware that Jonathan had already been whisked away by his

on earth

what Jonathan had mentioned earlier about wanting to meet Paula together. Without hesitation, she immediately drove toward the

mansion, Vivian did not

inquiring with the locals nearby, but nobody

to search elsewhere, not

arrived early at the designated location. Instead of heading home, they chose to wait in

for an extended period, Mason was worried that Jonathan might be hungry, so he asked. “Would you

head with an air

“I’m not hungry.”

stomach was

subordinates to

long, a heap of food was delivered into the

even sparing a glance, Jonathan leaned back in his chair, eyes closed in

of chocolate muffins, their rich

really aren’t

unmoved. “Hmph, I never eat in

yet shy demeanor, Mason couldn’t help but notice how much he resembled

go? Do you plan on keeping me

he will arrange things

for a while. You should grab a

Jonathan scoffed with disdain.

deadbeat dad think he

He certainly wouldn’t cry.