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

Chapter 534 The Wrong Boy

Nobody understood better than Queenie what it felt like to have one’s child in someone else’s hands.

Cecilia took Elliot to the restroom. After leading the child to the entrance of the men’s restroom, she waited outside.

Before long, several tall men also entered the restroom.

Jonathan happened to be in the restroom. After checking the time, he figured the middle–aged man had already left. Thus, he ventured out, only to find himself face to face with three tall men.

Before he could react, one of them pressed a cloth soaked in some sort of drug against his mouth and nose.

Everything before Jonathan’s eyes turned black, and he fainted before he could call for help.

The man shrugged off his black coat, wrapping it around Jonathan, and hoisted Jonathan up to carry him outside.

Inside the restroom, after Elliot was done with his business and washed his hands, he was about

exit when he was abruptly caught by Zachary, who had come looking for Jonathan.

“You little sh*t! You’ve been in the restroom for over an hour! I thought you had fallen into the toilet bowl!”

spoke, Zachary noticed that the clothes Elliot was wearing were just ordinary overalls. He couldn’t help but find it odd. “Why did you change your clothes? Where did you

tipsy man in front of him and said, “You’ve mistaken me for someone

taken aback.

his eyes at him. He couldn’t believe Zachary couldn’t tell the

Zachary wasn’t releasing his grip, Elliot warned, “Let go of my

looks exactly like Jon, yet he’s definitely not an

only did Zachary not let go, but he also pinched Elliot’s reddened cheek, which was caused. by

“Where’s Jon?” Zachary asked.

absolutely detested it when people casually touched his face, his

Can’t you call him if you’re looking for him? Hmph! Let go of me.

that Elliot was far more interesting than Jonathan. “I’m not letting you go. What are you going

Elliot called

coming from the men’s restroom, Cecilia didn’t think twice

mean man won’t let me go again,” Elliot pleaded with a pair of big, pitiful eyes,

hand, which was holding Elliot’s overalls, stiffened. He looked at Cecilia’s all too

the child from his arms

forget to pull a funny face at

loss for words. Cecilia has never liked me, and now, there’s a misunderstanding, to boot.