When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel)

Chapter 418 I Cannot Bear To Throw You Out

Cecilia felt a sudden rush of concern. She could faintly hear the enraged voice of Vivian’s father, Roland, shouting in the background: “Who’s the father of that child? I’ll kill him!!” The sounds of vases shattering and furniture being thrown around followed his furious outburst.

Jonathan heard the commotion too and quickly said, “Mommy, I can’t talk right now. I need to check on Ms. Kennedy. I’ll make sure Grandpa doesn’t hit her.”

Cecilia could barely respond before the line went dead. “Okay,” she murmured, though Jonathan had already hung up.

Back at Vivian’s home, Jonathan stepped out of the room and made his way to the living room, where the scene was chaotic. Vivian was sprawled nonchalantly on the couch, seemingly immune to her father’s wrath, while Roland was storming around, knocking over vases and throwing objects in his frustration. Despite his anger, he was careful not to actually harm his daughter.

“Dad, please stop asking.” Vivian said with a yawn, clearly unfazed by the commotion. “I don’t even know who the child’s father is. It was just a fleeting encounter in a sea of people. So, please, stop pushing me toward Zachary, and don’t arrange any more blind dates for me. No rich heir is going to accept a woman with a child.”

Roland was stunned. He hadn’t expected her to genuinely have no idea who the father of her child was. The revelation left him feeling humiliated, as if he had lost all face.

I even put my face? I swear, I’m going to beat

of that child is? If you don’t

Jonathan stepped forward, grabbing onto the hem of his coat. “Grandpa, please don’t hit Mommy. If you’re angry, take it

child who wasn’t even as tall as his leg, yet carried himself with a sense of responsibility far beyond his years. The sight melted

room. I’m not hitting your mom; I’m just… patting her shoulder.” He hesitated, then gave Vivian a rather firm pat

had never imagined that her typically stern father would show

me away?” Jonathan asked, his large eyes fixed on

could hardly bear the thought of parting with such a well–behaved child. “Silly boy,” he said, his tone filled with affection, “you must have misunderstood. I wasn’t talking about you–I was talking about that stray cat outside. You’re my treasure. Even I throw your mom out, I wouldn’t bear to

his grandfather before. Looking at Roland’s kind expression, warmth filled his heart. “Grandpa, I’ll definitely take good care of you when I

to grow up. Let’s go inside–it’s too cold out here. In a few days, I’ll buy you a very big room, so you won’t have to suffer outside with your mom. I will take care of you, Sweetie,” Roland said

watched as her father led Jonathan away, and for the

out that Jon isn’t really his grandson? Would he still be this kind? Nevermind.