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.

was taken aback by his brother’s cunning move to put their father in an awkward position. Sensing an opportunity, he quickly added, “Eli, you silly boy,

was at a loss

don’t help the blind?” Elliot asked,

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

but firm. “Eli, you can’t talk

all, Nathaniel was

Elliot immediately focused on his meal, though his mind was already

fully aware that the two rascals were up to no good, especially

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

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

up. This was the perfect chance to mess

at Jonathan

immediately began searching for a stool, planning to

Elliot realized what was happening, he

doing?” Elliot asked, still pretending to be

know how I

knew about the boy’s health issues.

thoughts raced. How

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

a good boy,” Elliot insisted, trying to maintain