When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 387 He Hit MeText content © NôvelDrama.Org.

After they washed their hands, Elliot, feigning friendliness, guided a visibly upset Nathaniel to the dining table.

“Mr. Rainsworth, now that you can’t see, do you often stumble?” Elliot asked, his tone laced with mock innocence.

“No,” Nathaniel replied curtly.

“So, you’re not really blind then?” Elliot continued, maintaining his facade of harmless curiosity.

Nathaniel was at a loss for words but responded patiently, “I’ve memorized the path, so I don’t fall.”

“I see.”

“All right, let’s cat now and chat later,” Cecilia interjected.

Eli always has so many questions.

As they took their seats at the dining table, Elliot’s eyes immediately locked onto the dish of shredded carrots. He knew he could eat it without issue, but Jonathan couldn’t. If I got Mommy’s genes, then Jon definitely got our sc*mbag daddy’s.

With a deliberate motion, Elliot picked up a portion of the shredded carrots with his fork and placed them on Nathaniel’s plate. “Mr. Rainsworth, you should eat more carrots. My teacher says they’re good for your eyes,” he remarked, a subtle edge to his seemingly innocent suggestion.

Jonathan was taken aback by his brother’s cunning move to put their father in an awkward position. Sensing an opportunity, he quickly added, “Eli, you silly boy, Mr. Rainsworth is already blind.”

Nathaniel was at a loss for words.

“What? Carrots don’t help the blind?” Elliot asked, feigning confusion with a wide–eyed innocence.

The two children repeatedly used the word “blind,” echoing how people used to call Cecilia “deaf” right in front of Nathaniel.

Cecilia quickly intervened, her tone gentle but firm. “Eli, you can’t talk like that. It’s impolite.”

After all, Nathaniel was the children’s biological father.

Noticing that Cecilia was slightly upset, Elliot immediately focused on his meal, though his mind was already scheming. He’d continue picking on Nathaniel once his mother was out of the room.

Though Nathaniel couldn’t see, he was fully aware that the two rascals were up to no good, especially Elliot, who was clearly making things difficult for him.

Nathaniel didn’t take it to heart–he wouldn’t let a child’s antics get under his skin–but he also wasn’t the type of man to let himself be bullied without pushing back.

After dinner, Nathaniel turned to Elliot. “Eli, could you escort me to my room?”

Elliot’s eyes lit up. This was the perfect chance to mess with Nathaniel.

“Sure,” he replied, throwing a quick wink at Jonathan before leading Nathaniel to his room.

Once inside, Elliot immediately began searching for a stool, planning to trip Nathaniel.

But before he could put his plan into action, the door clicked shut behind him. By the time Elliot realized what was happening, he was already hoisted off the ground, dangling in Nathaniel’s grip like a helpless chick.

“Mr. Rainsworth, what are you doing?” Elliot asked, still pretending to be innocent.

Nathaniel asked calmly, “Do you know how I deal with naughty children?”

Nathaniel wasn’t about to physically harm Elliot, for he knew about the boy’s health issues. However, he could still make his point through intimidation.

Meanwhile, Elliot’s thoughts raced. How dare.

thoughts raced. How dare you threaten me? Fine, I’ll tattle to Mommy later.

“Mr. Rainsworth, I’m a good boy,” Elliot insisted, trying to maintain his act.

Nathaniel’s thin lips curled into a faint smile. “Is that so? Good kids don’t tell lies.”

With that, a light slap on the buttocks, just enough to send a clear message gave.

Because of his illness, Elliot had been protected and pampered his entire life. He had never been spanked before.

The moment Nathaniel swatted him, he instantly lost his temper. “Mommy! Mommy!”

Nathaniel didn’t stop him from calling out and calmly set him down.

Cecilia rushed in, concern etched on her face. “What’s wrong, darling?”

Without missing a beat, Elliot pointed accusingly. “Mr. Rainsworth hit me!”

“What?” Cecilia gasped, quickly stepping forward to inspect him. “Where did he hit you?”

Elliot hesitated. I can’t possibly tell Mommy he swatted me on the butt, can I? Besides, he was so gentle it didn’t even hurt. It’d be embarrassing if Mommy checked and saw I was perfectly fine.