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,

don’t know, I’ll throw that kid out!”

as Roland 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

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

room. I’m not hitting your mom; I’m just… patting her

never imagined that her typically stern father would show such tenderness toward

are you still going to send me away?” Jonathan

“you must have misunderstood. I wasn’t talking about you–I was

Looking at Roland’s kind expression, warmth filled his heart. “Grandpa, I’ll

I’ll wait for you 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

for

isn’t really his grandson? Would he still be this