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

Chapter 387 He Hit Me

After they washed their hands, Elliot, feigning friendliness, guided a visibly upset Nathaniel to the dining table.

“Mr. Rainsworth, now that you can’t see, do you often stumble?” Elliot asked, his tone laced with mock innocence.

“No,” Nathaniel replied curtly.

“So, you’re not really blind then?” Elliot continued, maintaining his facade of harmless curiosity.

Nathaniel was at a loss for words but responded patiently, “I’ve memorized the path, so I don’t fall.”

“I see.”

“All right, let’s cat now and chat later,” Cecilia interjected.

Eli always has so many questions.

As they took their seats at the dining table, Elliot’s eyes immediately locked onto the dish of shredded carrots. He knew he could eat it without issue, but Jonathan couldn’t. If I got Mommy’s genes, then Jon definitely got our sc*mbag daddy’s.

With a deliberate motion, Elliot picked up a portion of the shredded carrots with his fork and placed them on Nathaniel’s plate. “Mr. Rainsworth, you should eat more carrots. My teacher says they’re good for your eyes,” he remarked, a subtle edge to his seemingly innocent suggestion.

in an awkward position. Sensing an opportunity, he quickly added, “Eli, you silly boy,

was at a loss for

help the blind?” Elliot asked, feigning confusion with

repeatedly used the word “blind,” echoing how people used

but firm. “Eli, you can’t talk like that. It’s

all, Nathaniel was the children’s biological

though his mind was already scheming. He’d continue picking on Nathaniel once his mother was

aware that the two rascals were up to no

didn’t take it to heart–he wouldn’t let a child’s antics get under his skin–but he also wasn’t the type of man to let

“Eli, could

This was the

throwing a quick wink at

immediately began searching for a stool, planning to

Elliot realized what was happening, he was already hoisted off the

Elliot asked, still

calmly, “Do you know

for he knew about the boy’s health issues. However, he could still

Elliot’s thoughts raced. How

me? Fine,

a good boy,” Elliot insisted, trying to maintain