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

Chapter 595 Prove Yourself

Upon seeing Elliot. Miranda immediately lowered her voice and whispered to Velma. “Mom, it’s that kid. Don’t be fooled by his small stature. He’s quite cunning.”

Upon hearing this, Velma glared menacingly at Elliot.

“Was it you who caused trouble for Felix?”

Felix sat next to Velma. feeling a sense of satisfaction as he noticed someone was taking charge on his behalf that day. He looked at Elliot with a triumphant gaze. You brat, thinking you can compete with me for the future heir position of the Rainsworth family, you’re still too green.

The previous night, Miranda had informed her son that Elliot’s mother. Cecilia, had no influential backing. Hence, the Rainsworth family’s future would still be in his hands.

Cecilia held Elliot’s hand. “Wasn’t I clear enough the other night?”

“Grandpa, do you need me to repeat it again?”

Niel was not fond of Cecilia’s haughty demeanor. “Cecilia, the other night, Felix was not capable of saying anything. What you said was merely Eli’s perspective. Today, Felix told me he didn’t even consider hitting Eli.”

“Why did he come to Daltonia Villa? He couldn’t possibly say he came to hang out with Eli, could he?”

fabricated stories about Felix

and her companions‘ faces darkened in an

Felix, saying, “Children don’t hold grudges overnight. He just wanted to play with Eli and a few friends. Unexpectedly. Eli tricked him into going to the artificial hill alone, and he

understood there and then that they were

childhood, and the other was a great–grandson he had just met. The difference in their

don’t you? They’ve run out of words.” Seeing that the group had fallen silent, Velma immediately demanded accountability. “Now, you must stand up for

speaking than Nathaniel began

you guys want?”

out there. I want him to kneel

snow. Asking Elliot, who was suffering from leukemia,

her

you’re being unfair. Why is it that you don’t believe the words I said, yet you fully trust

I’m your great–grandpa. How could I possibly be biased? Did you say

initially assumed that a child of just over four years old wouldn’t understand his talk of evidence. However, to his surprise, Elliot retorted, “Well, can he prove he didn’t hit

“What proof do you need? My words

made him realize something. He sat down, looking pitifully at