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.

face? I swear, I’m going to beat you senseless today!” he shouted, raising his hand

If you don’t know, I’ll throw that kid out!”

was about to bring his hand down, Jonathan stepped forward, grabbing onto the hem of his coat. “Grandpa, please don’t hit Mommy. If you’re angry, take it out on me instead,” Jonathan pleaded, puffing out his chest

his leg, yet carried himself with a sense of responsibility far beyond his years. The sight melted his

voice suddenly gentle, “go back to your room. I’m not hitting your mom; I’m just… patting her shoulder.” He hesitated, then

father would show such tenderness

to send me away?” Jonathan asked, his large eyes

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

this kind of affection from his grandfather before. Looking at Roland’s kind expression, warmth filled

so you won’t have to suffer outside

for the first time,

grandson? Would he still be this kind? Nevermind. I’ll deal with it when the