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

Chapter 588 I Do Not Have A Wife

Elena was taken aback once more.

“What?”

Elliot let out a sigh. “I miss my mommy and daddy so much. They must be longing to see me right now. You have a son too, right? If your son was in the hospital and you weren’t allowed to see him, wouldn’t you be heartbroken?”

Elliot hadn’t seen Cecilia all day. It was only when he asked the bodyguard that he discovered Nathaniel had ordered that no one could see him without his permission.

He started to despise Nathaniel again..

Listening to the seemingly endless wisdom spilling from Elliot’s lips, Elena was both amused and annoyed.

From his words, it was clear that he had no idea Nathaniel was his father.

Elena clenched her fists in secret, her disdain for Cecilia growing even more.

“Eli, Mr. Rainsworth is your real father.”

Now, Elliot understood her true intentions. “You’re lying.”

He couldn’t be bothered to continue indulging Elena. Picking up the toys she had brought over, he tossed them back at her one by one.

“Eli, how could

“You’re a bad person!”

end, Elena was chased away by Elliot’s mischievous

Both Nathaniel and Nicholas were exceptionally well–behaved

doesn’t know how to teach kids,” Elena said unhappily as she sat in

know how to raise children. You were so dedicated when you brought up Mr. Nathaniel and

felt she was better suited to educate her grandson, so

team. He’s not young anymore, his health isn’t great, and he needs to study. You need

pinching the bridge of his nose. “I have my own

going on with you? Have you thrown all your principles

memory returned quite some time ago,” Nathaniel said at a

how she had let Nicholas take over his work. She

“Whydan’t! tell me?”

“Is this really important?”

Elena was speechless.

she had asked Nicholas to take his place at Orion Corporation when he

he finished speaking, he hung up the

a single phone call to

was staying in the

a few parts of the composition he didn’t quite understand

was only seven in the evening, Cecilia