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

Chapter 725 Wet Himself

Jonathan still had a lot of faith in Elliot’s sixth sense.

The two brothers had always harbored a secret, something unknown to Cecilia.

Jonathan was a top–tier hacker, but Elliot was even more extraordinary. His sixth sense was remarkably accurate. For instance, if the two of them were walking on the street and someone suddenly threw something from a building, he would be able to sense it.

The most astonishing part was that his perception included luck.

Jonathan still remembered when he and Elliot were just two or three years old. Cecilia had taken them to a lottery store, and Elliot, holding onto Cecilia’s hand, refused to leave.

Cecilia asked Elliot what he wanted, to which Elliot casually walked into the store and grabbed a few lottery tickets. To their surprise, one of the tickets won them hundreds of thousands.

However, this was a matter of chance, not a guaranteed stroke of good luck.

Besides, if adults were to find out about Elliot’s perceptive abilities, it would be quite risky.

Therefore, Jonathan often advised Elliot to simply be a normal child, urging him not to casually use any sort of sixth sense.

“Is Mommy back?” Jonathan asked.

“Not yet.”

If you’re scared, I can ask Old Mr.

not scared at all.” Elliot paused. “I just find it

to join in and have some

no interest in that. “Silly, I’m currently

inevitably feeling a sense of

get back to my book. I can’t talk anymore,” Jonathan said, aware that he couldn’t provide any help even if he returned, and hung up the

frustrated.

Taking advantage of Mason’s absence, he sneaked out of the room once again, tiptoeing his way to

time difference, it had already

study was bathed in

to search, Elliot spotted him, and thus,

loss of part of his memory, he had forgotten Braille, and an aura of hostility surrounded

the sound of Elliot’s footsteps and thought it was

back. “Sc*mbag daddy, it’s me, your sweetie. How are you feeling now? Is your headache still bothering you? Do you want me to give

indifferent toward this son of his, who had

“No need.”

going to give up just

declaring, “No way. Our teacher always told us to respect and help our parents. Sc*mbag

next moment, Nathaniel felt his lower leg being tenderly embraced by a small,

body

for some reason, at that moment, he didn’t