When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 256 The Naughty Child

Had it not been for Cecilia, Nathaniel never would have imagined that the person who claimed to have saved his mother’s life would turn out to be an imposter.

Naturally, he didn’t bother to check.

As for Stella’s personal life, he never cared about it, so it was never an issue.

When Stella was taken away, he felt a gut–wrenching pain in his heart, as if he had lost his mind.

From his vantage point on the second floor, Mason found himself witnessing a side of Stella, who was usually gentle, he had never seen before.

At Seabay Villa, Jonathan was idly lounging in his room.

He knew that his mother and younger brother had left Tudela; it was just a shame that Zachary was still unwilling to let him go.

Since he is so fond of treating others as his son, it is only fair to let him experience what it feels like to be a father for a few days.

Bang! A loud noise echoed from the second floor.

Downstairs in the living room, Zachary was still chatting with Darren. Both of them seemed somewhat surprised..

Before he could even react, another series of noises echoed continuously. Bang! Bang! Bang!

Darren’s eyes narrowed slightly, a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “Having a child. does make one’s life different.”

Zachary set down the wine glass he was holding.

“Since Nathaniel isn’t coming, you’re on your own.”

He was now determined to teach the little rascal a lesson.

Once he made his way upstairs, Jonathan somehow managed to find a volleyball to play with. He was having a great time, although it resulted in all the windows in his room being broken.

Not a single piece of porcelain decor in the house had escaped devastation.

“What are you doing?”

The next moment, the ball smacked right at his face.

Jonathan feigned surprise, as if he had only just noticed Zachary, “I’m sorry.”

Before Zachary could get angry, he calmly said, “You might not be aware, but children at this stage are usually very active.”

Zachary picked up the volleyball and promptly tossed it out of the window.

“I really wasn’t aware, but if you do it again, I’ll give you a good beating.”

He rubbed his aching face, reflecting on how fortunate he was to be only four or five years old. If he were any older, he feared he might have been disfigured at that moment.

Zachary initially thought that was the extent of how naughty a little boy could be.

It wasn’t until mealtime that Jonathan was stirring his tomato spaghetti and got the sauce splashed all over Zachary

“Do you want me to

Before Zachary could finish his sentence, Jonathan looked at him calmly. “I know you want to hit me. Go ahead and hit me if you want even though you said you’re my father and we’ve only recently been reunited with each other.”

The housekeeper standing by, upon hearing these words, had nothing but sympathy in her eyes.

Zachary could only go upstairs to change his clothes.

Upon reaching the cloakroom, he was shocked to find that his clothes were all filled with snow, which had now mostly melted into water.

Jonathan stood at the door. “I put the snowman in there, did you see it? I wanted to give you a surprise.”

Before Zachary could rush over, Jonathan immediately retreated to his own room, closing the door behind him.

Sitting on the bed, he casually picked up a book and began to read calmly.

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“Mr. Zachary?”

“What’s the matter?”

“I can’t sleep.”

“Then don’t sleep.”

An hour had passed once again.

“Mr. Zachary!”

“What is it again?”

“Are you asleep?”

match in this child.

Another fulfilling day. Jonathan thought to himself with a smile gracing his lips as he listened to the activity next door.

He knew what he had done was wrong, but he also knew that when dealing with someone like Zachary, there was absolutely no need for guilt.

Meanwhile, Stella’s scandal had become the talk of the town, and even Nathaniel was implicated. However, he simply had no time to deal with it.

“Keep a close eye on Vivian,” he ordered.

“Understood.”

The only person who had any connection with Cecilia at that time was her.

If Nathaniel had questioned her, she surely wouldn’t have revealed anything.

In the evening, alone at home, Nathaniel gazed at the house that had once again fallen into a chilling silence. He couldn’t quite articulate the feeling that weighed heavy in his heart.

Just then, a call came in, and he hurriedly picked up his phone.