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

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

“blind,” echoing how people used to call Cecilia

tone gentle but firm. “Eli, you can’t talk like

was the

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

that the two rascals were up to no good,

his skin–but he also wasn’t the type of man to let himself

dinner, Nathaniel turned to Elliot. “Eli, could you escort me

This was the

he replied, throwing a quick wink at Jonathan before

inside, Elliot immediately began searching for a

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 grip

what are you doing?” Elliot asked,

calmly, “Do you know how

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

thoughts raced. How

you threaten me? Fine,

good boy,” Elliot insisted, trying to maintain his