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 quickly

a

help the blind?” Elliot asked, feigning confusion with a

“blind,” echoing how people used to call

quickly intervened, her tone gentle but firm. “Eli, you can’t talk like that. It’s

was the

slightly upset, Elliot immediately focused on his meal, though his mind was already scheming. He’d continue picking on Nathaniel once his mother was out

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

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

turned to Elliot. “Eli, could

eyes lit up. This was the perfect

he replied, throwing a quick wink at Jonathan

inside, Elliot immediately began searching for a stool, planning

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

you doing?” Elliot asked, still

“Do you know

about the boy’s health issues.

Elliot’s thoughts raced.

you threaten me? Fine, I’ll

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