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

Chapter 565 Up To Mischief

Elliot looked at the gift Paula brought over, feigning curiosity. “Is this a model airplane?”

“That’s right. Let me open it for you.”

“Okay.”

Paula thought children were easy to placate, but she was oblivious to the fact that Elliot was up to mischief.

After she had taken out the model airplane, she offered it to Elliot. “Do you want me to teach you how to play this?”

Elliot took the model, held it up, and with a casual wave of his hand, the wing of the model. airplane jabbed Paula’s eye.

Paula couldn’t dodge in time and cried out in pain, “Ouch!”

“Granny, are you okay?” Elliot asked, his expression revealing a belated realization.

Paula thought it was an accident, so she casually waved her hand, saying, “I’m fine.”

Elliot wasn’t about to let her off the hook that easily. He picked up the remote control, initiated the model airplane, and had it buzzing around above Paula’s head.

Listening to the incessant buzzing, Paula felt a headache coming on. “Eli, you can let the plane fly outside.”

“Okay.”

the remote control, Elliot pretended to be careless, directing the

of panic, Paula quickly dodged, but the model airplane left her neatly tied–up hair in a disheveled

on

sorry, Granny. I’m not really

embarrassment on her face. She shot a glance at the housekeeper. and snapped, “What’s so

overwhelmed by Paula’s aura

with in keep it safe for now, and next

“All right.”

open areas. Can you

model airplane, but with a slight touch to the remote, it darted straight toward Paula’s face

constricted, and she immediately raised her hand to shield herself. Despite her efforts, her face and hand still got

result. Paula fell to

was just about

could finish, Elliot interrupted her, “Granny, I didn’t do it

that, Paula could only suppress the anger welling up within

the housekeeper, “Go get the

particularly like Paula, who claimed to be Elliot’s grandmother. However, given that she was working for the Rainsworth family, she had

“Madam, let me get

right,” the housekeeper

expected such a level of

to fetch the first

alcohol into the now vacant iodine container. “Witch granny, you used to bully my mommy. Now, it’s time for you to