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

at a

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

used the word “blind,” echoing how people used to call Cecilia “deaf” right in front

but firm. “Eli,

all, Nathaniel was the children’s

his meal, though his mind was

he was fully aware that the two rascals were up to no good, especially Elliot, who

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

Elliot. “Eli, could you escort

eyes lit up. This was the perfect

at

Elliot immediately began searching for a stool, planning to

into action, the door clicked shut behind him. By the time Elliot realized what was happening, he was already hoisted off the

are you doing?” Elliot asked, still

asked calmly, “Do you know how I deal

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

Elliot’s thoughts raced.

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

I’m a good boy,” Elliot insisted, trying