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

Chapter 1144 He Bit Me

“Ah!” The sharp pain finally hit Cassandra, making her cry out in agony, “Ouch, you little brat! How dare you bite me!”

In a fit of rage, she raised her hand, fully intending to strike Elliot.

Cecilia, watching this unfold, would never let anyone lay a hand on his son. He immediately stepped forward, grabbing Cassandra’s arm to stop her. Neither of them had the advantage, as both women were pregnant, and the tension only heightened the struggle.

Elliot, meanwhile, was still fiercely biting down on Cassandra’s arm, his grip unyielding. Blood filled his mouth, but his eyes were cold, showing none of his usual sweet charm

The mansion’s housekeeper, witnessing the chaos, stood frozen in place. They were unsure whether to step in or simply watch, clearly unsure how to handle the situation.

Upstairs, Elena had just begun to change her clothes when the piercing scream from below reached her ears. She hurried downstairs, arriving just in time to see the mess–Cecilia and Cassandra locked in a physical confrontation, and Elliot still clamped down on Cassandra’s arm like a vice.

“What’s going on here?” Elena’s sharp voice cut through the tension.

finally let go, exhaling a sigh of relief. Both women froze in place, the hostility between them momentarily

bloody mess, and the bite marks showed just how hard Elliot

face. But before Cassandra could launch into a tirade, Elliot was the first to speak

quick accusation left Cassandra flustered, unable to react as fast as

was an unmistakable sharpness in her expression. “Cassandra, is this really how you, as

take the blame without defending herself, immediately showed off the wound on her arm. “Mom, look at this! He bit me! He’s out of

in her favor. “Cassandra, if you hadn’t spoken so poorly of his father in front of

smug sneer, Cassandra shot back, “What did I say that wasn’t true? Nathaniel is mentally deficient. He’s a fool, and everyone knows it. I wasn’t wrong!” She winced, clutching her throbbing arm, but continued, “But you–what kind of child are you raising? He bites at the first sign of trouble! Honestly, I’m the victim here. If this were someone else, they would’ve put an end

complaints, her patience wearing thin as Cassandra continued to push her luck. Finally, she couldn’t

Elena’s voice was stern, her authority unquestionable. “One is my son, and the other is my grandson Who are you to meddle in this family’s affairs? If

if the wedding was called off, it would cause a

“Mom, I didn’t mean it like that. I was only speaking the truth. And besides, I’m carrying a Rainsworth baby too. You can’t be

just arrived, overheard the tail end of the argument. He stepped