When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 340 Mistaken For Elliot

Cecilia rubbed her aching neck, then stepped outside.

Magnus was in so much pain, he couldn’t even get up. “Cecilia, how dare you have people attack me?” he questioned. “Do you even know who I am now?”

Cecilia looked toward Sven.

Without any hesitation, Sven delivered another kick straight toward his chest.

“Drop the charges!” Sven commanded in an icy voice.

Magnus struggled to pry his legs away, but it was a futile attempt. In a state of panic, he pleaded, “All right, all right, I’ll drop the charges. I’ll drop them.”

Sven still hadn’t moved his foot.

The servants around, witnessing their young master being restrained under Sven’s feet, dared not step forward to help.

Magnus felt as if his entire body was engulfed in pain, his eyes filling with tears he struggled to hold back.

“Cecilia, I messed up! Cecilia, please make him stop. I might not survive this.”

Magnus only addressed her as Cecilia when he was thoroughly beaten.NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

Cecilia reminisced about her childhood, recalling how Magnus used to hit her. Initially, she would fight back.

Since Magnus was younger and couldn’t overpower her, she often won their fights.

After each beating, Magnus would cry and plead, “Cecilia, I was wrong.”

However, whenever such moments arose, Paula would always come to Magnus‘ aid, hurling whatever was within her reach at Cecilia.

Once, Paula had hurled a vase at Cecilia’s head, leaving her face covered in blood. It felt as if the entire world had turned red in that moment.

After that incident, Cecilia found herself constantly battered and too fearful to fight back.

Reflecting on those days, Cecilia took a moment to collect her thoughts before turning to Sven and saying, “Let’s go.”

“Okay.”

The two of them were inside the mansion, oblivious to the fact that a Maybach was parked under the large tree outside.

Nathaniel tracked Cecilia’s location using her mobile phone and discovered that her biological mother was living there.

He had already sent people to the mansion to assess the situation. According to the bodyguard’s report, Magnus had choked Cecilia but was then beaten by her bodyguard until he coughed up blood.

Nathaniel listened in silence, not uttering a single word.

Mason couldn’t help but comment, “Magnus is really something else. If it weren’t for Mrs. Rainsworth, who knows how badly off he would be.”

Five years ago, Magnus and Paula had plotted to sell Cecilia to a man in his late seventies. However, Cecilia refused to comply. Fearing retaliation from the elderly man, they fled abroad.

Had Nathaniel not intervened to eliminate the old man to protect Cecilia, would they have been. able to return in such comfort?

“Tell me,” Nathaniel said.

Memories gleaned from others, no matter how they were recounted were always incomplete.

The pieces just wouldn’t come together in Nathaniel’s mind.

Mason briefly explained the situation to him, but before he could finish, he suddenly spotted a small figure at the mansion’s back door. His eyes widened. “Elliot Reese!”

He had mistaken Jonathan for Elliot.

“Who?” Nathaniel asked.

“Mrs. Rainsworth and Calvin’s son!”

Nathaniel’s heart sank, and following that, he said, “Bring him to me.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Immediately, Mason ordered his bodyguard to apprehend Jonathan.

Jonathan had snuck over on the pretense of helping Vivian pick up a package. As he was trying to figure out how to get into the mansion, he was suddenly grabbed from behind.

Jonathan’s body was suspended in mid–air as he immediately attempted a sweeping kick. Unfortunately, his short legs barely phased the bodyguard.

“Who are you? Let go of me!” Jonathan demanded, his dark eyes flashing with defiance as he did not recognize the man.

The bodyguard, taken aback by the child’s commanding tone, noticed the similarity to their boss’s demeanor and hesitated.

It is him! It sure hasn’t been easy locating him.