When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 147 Accidental Encounter

Cecilia looked at the check in front of her, feeling an overwhelming sense of mockery.

“Your son insisted that I repay the money before I could leave. And now, you’re offering me money to leave. I really don’t know what to do.”

“What do you mean?”

“You should probably ask Nathaniel.”

After some thought, Elena decided not to press further, opting to play the emotional card instead.

“You’ve been married to Nathaniel for over three years, and you haven’t even given him a child. Do you have any idea how people perceive him? I hope you’ll consider others and not be so selfish.”

Selfish…

In the depths of her heart, Cecilia scorned herself.

Who’s the one who’s being selfish here? When I didn’t have a child, why didn’t she think of asking her own son?

“I’ve told you before, you should be discussing these matters with Nathaniel, not me. It’s not I who doesn’t want to leave.”

Elena hadn’t anticipated Cecilia’s current stance. She walked up to Cecilia and challenged, “Is this how you speak to your elders?”

After she finished speaking, she raised her hand, ready to strike Cecilia.

Just as her hand was about to fall, her wrist was abruptly seized by Cecilia.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

“Mdm. Elena, please have some self–respect,” Cecilia said, throwing her hand aside.

Elena couldn’t help but stagger back. Even after she left, she struggled to believe what had just happened. This couldn’t possibly be the same docile daughter–in–law from the past.

Once she stepped outside, she picked up her phone and called her personal secretary.

“Can you find out what Nathaniel has been up to lately?”

Even though Elena was Nathaniel’s mother, she had no idea what was going on in his mind.

He claims to not love Cecilia, yet he allows her to stay in Daltonia Villa. What on earth is wrong with him?

Moreover, she had noticed that Nathaniel had been frequently distracted lately.

At this rate, their relatives would certainly seize the opportunity to take advantage.

After hanging up the phone, Elena still felt uneasy. She went on to call Mason and Nathaniel’s secretary at the office, hoping to extract some information about Nathaniel from them. Unfortunately, she couldn’t glean anything useful.

Inside the villa, Cecilia listened to the sound of the car leaving outside, her heart filled with unease.

Nathaniel no longer cared about children, yet the Rainsworth family placed great importance on their descendants.

Because of that Elena and Paula had forced her to take countless medicines.

She knew very well how much Elena yearned to have a grandson. All she hoped for was that Nathaniel would not mention anything about Elliot to her.

Outside Daltonia Villa, a petite figure, donned in a mask and hat, was gazing at the building from a distance.

Jonathan informed the driver that he was spending the day with a friend. He assured him that his friend’s chauffeur would be responsible for sending him home in the evening.

And so, he arrived alone at Daltonia Villa, having taken a taxi there.

He wanted to see his mommy, to check on her allergic reaction, and also to find out if se*mbag daddy was around.

As the sky gradually darkened, he couldn’t see Cecilia and could only walk back.

There were no taxis around, so he had to walk a kilometer or two.

At that moment, Elena’s car slowly drove past him. She was gazing out of the window, lost in thought when her gaze inevitably fell on the small figure of Jonathan.

What is a child doing here?

She wore a puzzled expression and instructed the driver to stop the car.

Elena stepped out of the car, and the moment she saw it was Jonathan, her icy expression instantly softened.

“Jon, what are you doing here?”

There were no other residences near Daltonia Villa.

Jonathan hadn’t anticipated running into Elena. He wanted to avoid the latter, but it was clearly too late.

“Hello, Grandma Elena,” greeted Jonathan. “I came here to hang out with a friend but unfortunately, we got separated.”

His beautiful, deep–set eyes held an inexplicable familiarity that completely dissolved Elena’s

“I see.”

The glimmer of hope in Elena’s heart faded away.

Just a moment ago, before she had a clear look at Jonathan, she thought her son had secretly blessed her with a grandchild.

What a pity…