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.”

moody man. If you’re scared, I can ask Old Mr. Sinclair to send a car to

are you kidding me? I’m not scared at all.” Elliot

you want to join in and have some fun with him?” Mischief was

“Silly, I’m currently traveling abroad. How am

remembered, inevitably feeling a sense

anymore,” Jonathan said, aware that he couldn’t provide any

somewhat frustrated. “Such a

it utterly dull to be alone in the room. Taking advantage of Mason’s absence, he sneaked out of the room

to the time difference, it had already turned

vast room, only Nathaniel’s study was

needing to search, Elliot spotted him, and thus, he

again. Due to the loss of part of his memory, he had forgotten Braille, and an

already?” Nathaniel’s ears were quite sharp. He heard the sound of

this, Elliot no longer held 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 you a

was indifferent toward this son of his, who had

“No need.”

to give up

Our teacher always told us to respect and

moment, Nathaniel felt his lower leg being tenderly

entire body

disliked children, yet for some reason, at that moment, he