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.

embarrassed me completely–where do I even put my face? I swear, I’m going to beat you senseless today!” he shouted, raising his hand as

child is? If you don’t know, I’ll throw that kid out!” he threatened, his hand

Roland was about to bring his hand down, Jonathan stepped forward, grabbing onto the hem of his coat. “Grandpa, please

tall as his leg, yet carried

not hitting your mom;

never imagined that her typically stern father would show such tenderness toward Jonathan. The sight was so sweet

away?” Jonathan asked, his

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 do the same to

at Roland’s kind expression, warmth filled

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 outside with your mom. I will take care of you, Sweetie,” Roland said as he led Jonathan inside. “Tomorrow, let’s take you shopping for clothes, shoes,

and for the first time, she felt

grandson? Would he still be this