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.”

a while before saying, “Nathaniel is a moody man. If you’re scared, I can ask Old Mr. Sinclair

are you kidding me? I’m not scared at all.” Elliot paused. “I just find

some fun with him?” Mischief was brewing in

“Silly, I’m currently

suddenly remembered, inevitably feeling

Jonathan said, aware that he couldn’t provide any

frustrated. “Such a

mumbled to himself, finding it utterly dull to be alone in the room. Taking advantage of Mason’s absence, he

to the time difference, it had

study was bathed

needing to search, Elliot spotted him, and thus, he quietly made his

in his study, his head throbbing with pain once again. Due to the loss of part of his memory, he had forgotten Braille, and

quite sharp. He heard the sound of Elliot’s footsteps and thought it

seeing this, Elliot no longer held back. “Sc*mbag daddy, it’s me, your sweetie. How are you feeling

Nathaniel was indifferent toward this son of his, who

“No need.”

give up

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

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

body stiffened

disliked children, yet for some reason, at that moment, he didn’t