When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 418 I Cannot Bear To Throw You Out

Cecilia felt a sudden rush of concern. She could faintly hear the enraged voice of Vivian’s father, Roland, shouting in the background: “Who’s the father of that child? I’ll kill him!!” The sounds of vases shattering and furniture being thrown around followed his furious outburst.

Jonathan heard the commotion too and quickly said, “Mommy, I can’t talk right now. I need to check on Ms. Kennedy. I’ll make sure Grandpa doesn’t hit her.”

Cecilia could barely respond before the line went dead. “Okay,” she murmured, though Jonathan had already hung up.

Back at Vivian’s home, Jonathan stepped out of the room and made his way to the living room, where the scene was chaotic. Vivian was sprawled nonchalantly on the couch, seemingly immune to her father’s wrath, while Roland was storming around, knocking over vases and throwing objects in his frustration. Despite his anger, he was careful not to actually harm his daughter.

“Dad, please stop asking.” Vivian said with a yawn, clearly unfazed by the commotion. “I don’t even know who the child’s father is. It was just a fleeting encounter in a sea of people. So, please, stop pushing me toward Zachary, and don’t arrange any more blind dates for me. No rich heir is going to accept a woman with a child.”

Roland was stunned. He hadn’t expected her to genuinely have no idea who the father of her child was. The revelation left him feeling humiliated, as if he had lost all face.

“Y–You never learn from the good, only the bad! You’ve embarrassed me completely–where do I even put my face? I swear, I’m going to beat you senseless today!” he shouted, raising his hand as if to strike Vivian.

“Do you truly not know who the father of that child is? If you don’t know, I’ll throw that kid out!” he threatened, his hand poised in the air.

Just as Roland was about to bring his hand down, Jonathan stepped forward, grabbing onto the hem of his coat. “Grandpa, please don’t hit Mommy. If you’re angry, take it out on me instead,” Jonathan pleaded, puffing out his chest with utmost seriousness.

Roland looked down at the small child who wasn’t even as tall as his leg, yet carried himself with a sense of responsibility far beyond his years. The sight melted his heart completely.

“Sweetie,” Roland said, his voice suddenly gentle, “go back to your room. I’m not hitting your mom; I’m just… patting her shoulder.” He hesitated, then gave Vivian a rather firm pat on the shoulder.

Vivian rolled her eyes in disbelief. She had never imagined that her typically stern father would show such tenderness toward Jonathan. The sight was so sweet it almost made her sick.

Grandpa, are you still going to send me away?” Jonathan asked, his large eyes fixed on Roland.

Roland could hardly bear the thought of parting with such a well–behaved child. “Silly boy,” he said, his tone filled with affection, “you must have misunderstood. I wasn’t talking about you–I was talking about that stray cat outside. You’re my treasure. Even I throw your mom out, I wouldn’t bear to do the same to you.

Jonathan had never experienced this kind of affection from his grandfather before. Looking at Roland’s kind expression, warmth filled his heart. “Grandpa, I’ll definitely take good care of you when I grow up,” he promised.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“All right, I’ll wait for you to grow up. Let’s go inside–it’s too cold out here. In a few days, I’ll buy you a very big room, so you won’t have to suffer outside with your mom. I will take care of you, Sweetie,” Roland said as he led Jonathan inside. “Tomorrow, let’s take you shopping for clothes, shoes, and toys, okay?”

Vivian watched as her father led Jonathan away, and for the first time, she felt a wave of fear.

What if Dad finds out that Jon isn’t really his grandson? Would he still be this kind? Nevermind. I’ll deal with it when the time comes.

She quickly called Cecilia back, reassuring her that everything was fine.

Relieved, Cecilia proceeded to call Elliot.

At that moment, Elliot had just lain down but hadn’t fallen asleep yet. When he saw that it was Cecilia calling, his eyes lit up. “Mommy, why didn’t you come to see me today? Are you still mad at me?” Elliot asked, his voice small and worried.

After his secret visit to the Rainsworth Manor last time, it was the first time he had seen Cecilia truly angry, and it had genuinely frightened him.