When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 302 You Need To Have Your Own Son

Nathaniel was a man of his word. Since the two of them left City Hall, he never sought out Cecilia again, nor did he mention Cecilia to anyone around him.

At Daltonia Villa, there wasn’t a trace of light late into the night.

Crash!

The glass items within the house were shattered all over the floor.

The bodyguard immediately wanted to enter the room. “Mr. Rainsworth, are you all right?”

“Get out!”

A cold scoff echoed.

The bodyguard immediately stepped outside.

Nathaniel stood in the dining room, his hand cut by shards of glass with blood flowing freely.

He seemed oblivious to pain as he fumbled to turn on the faucet, allowing the icy–cold water to wash over his wounded hand.

Over the past few days, he didn’t just break things, he also fell quite a few times.Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

Fortunately, he had memorized the layout of the house, so he wouldn’t make the mistake of heading in the wrong direction again.

Only when the blood stopped flowing did Nathaniel finally turn off the faucet and leave the dining room.

He then walked into the living room all by himself and took a seat on the couch.

In the remnants of his memory, Cecilia would sit here, waiting for him to come home from. work.

Footsteps echoed from outside the house. Thinking it was the bodyguard coming over again, Nathaniel impatiently said, “Get lost!”

The one who pushed the door open wasn’t a bodyguard, but rather, it was Elena.

Gazing into the pitch–black interior of the room, Elena couldn’t help but furrow her brows. “Why aren’t the lights on?”

Once she finished speaking, she saw Nathaniel sitting inside the room. Only then did she belatedly realize she had misspoke.

After all, switching on the lights wouldn’t do a blind person any good.

The room was quite chilly as the heater wasn’t on. Upon entering, Elena turned on the heater before making her way to Nathaniel’s side.

“Nathaniel, your health seems to have improved significantly. Recently, I’ve been considering a few young ladies for you. They’re all quite wonderful, and they’ve admired you since they were children. Could you possibly make some time to meet them tomorrow?”

Those young ladies were all just twenty years old.

All of them were young and attractive, the key point being that they had no physical issues whatsoever.

Elena had met them all and found that they were all compliant and easy to manipulate.

Nathaniel’s brows furrowed, his eyes full of icy disdain as he said, “Didn’t you hear what I said? Get lost!”

Elena was startled by his sudden shout telling her to leave.

“Is this any way to talk to your mother?”

Though it was true that Nathaniel had a difficult personality even before he lost his memory, he had never once raised his voice at her.

Having lost his memory, he was now shouting at her.

Nathaniel’s expression remained utterly unchanged.

“If you want others to respect you, you must first respect them. I won’t meet the women you mentioned. You may leave now.”

Elena initially thought that Nathaniel would become more agreeable after he lost his memory.

Unexpectedly, he only spoke kindly to Cecilia and was even more sharp–tongued and irritable. toward others.

“Nathaniel, do y you have any idea how chaotic things are at the company right now? You need to have your own son to keep all those distant relatives in check.”

Upon seeing that she refused to leave and was still incessantly talking, Nathaniel stood up and headed upstairs.

Had he not been using his hand to steady himself on the handrail, Elena almost believed that he had regained his eyesight.

Upon seeing that Nathaniel was not responding, Elena had no choice but to leave first.

Once outside, Mason stepped out of the car.

“Mdm. Elena.”

“Has Nathaniel been by himself at Daltonia Villa these past few days?”

Mason nodded. “Mr. Rainsworth didn’t allow anyone to go in and take care of things. I personally delivered all the meals.”

“He can’t even see, so how could he be left alone at home?” Elena was getting a bit frantic.

“In the past few days, Mr. Rainsworth hardly stumbled or bumped into anything. It seems as if he had memorized every nook and cranny of the mansion,” Mason noted. He truly admired. Nathaniel.

Elena felt a pang of unease. “Nathaniel has always had a photographic memory since he was little. He would never forget anything, unless he wanted to. But now, he’s actually suffering from amnesia.”