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.

his brother’s cunning move to put their father in an awkward position. Sensing an opportunity, he

at a loss

Carrots don’t help the blind?” Elliot asked, feigning confusion

people

firm. “Eli, you can’t talk like

all, Nathaniel was the children’s biological

mind was already scheming. He’d continue

rascals were up to no

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 himself be bullied without pushing

Nathaniel turned to Elliot. “Eli, could

lit up. This was the perfect

quick wink at Jonathan before leading Nathaniel to his

immediately began searching for a stool, planning

he could put his plan into action, the door clicked shut behind him. By the time Elliot realized what was happening, he

doing?” Elliot asked, still pretending to be

asked calmly, “Do you know how

about the boy’s health issues. However, he could still make his point

Elliot’s thoughts raced. How

raced. How dare you threaten me? Fine, I’ll tattle to

boy,” Elliot insisted, trying