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.

brother’s cunning move to put their father in an awkward position. Sensing an opportunity, he quickly added, “Eli, you

a loss

don’t help the blind?” Elliot

two children repeatedly used the word “blind,” echoing how people used to call Cecilia

intervened, her tone gentle but firm.

Nathaniel was the

was already

up to no good, especially Elliot, who was clearly making things

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

turned to Elliot. “Eli, could you escort me

up. This was the perfect chance to mess with

replied, throwing a quick wink at Jonathan before leading Nathaniel to his

began searching for a stool, planning to

before he could put his plan into action, the door clicked shut behind him. By the time Elliot realized what was happening, he was already hoisted off the ground, dangling in Nathaniel’s

you doing?” Elliot asked, still pretending to

know how I deal with

about to physically harm Elliot, for he knew about the boy’s health issues. However, he could

Elliot’s thoughts

you threaten me?

I’m a good boy,” Elliot insisted,