When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 457 What A Coincidence.

Cecilia was surprised. Despite how it seemed on the surface, Elliot didn’t actually like Nathaniel and wanted nothing to do with him. Realizing her son’s feelings, she reassured him, “All right, I’ll do what you want. Now, go to sleep, okay?”

Finally, Elliot drifted off into a peaceful slumber, though his mind still harbored some unresolved concerns..

The next morning, amid the usual morning chaos, Elliot dialed Jonathan’s number on his smartwatch. When the call was answered after a delay, Elliot wasn’t pleased. “What took you so long to pick up?” he asked, a little annoyed.

Jonathan, standing on the balcony of an opulent mansion overlooking Tudela’s picturesque landscape, sighed. He was at the Sinclair Manor.

The engagement party for Cassandra and Nicholas had just wrapped up successfully, but the household was already busy planning the next event–Vivian and Zachary’s engagement.

Roland, beaming with pride, clapped his hands approvingly. He had immediately escorted Vivian to the Sinclair Manor. As they prepared to leave, Roland pulled Jonathan aside, his eyes wet and his voice slightly shaky.

“Once you’re at your great–grandpa’s place, don’t forget about your grandpa, all right? After your parents‘ engagement party, make sure to visit us often,” he said, sniffling a little.

George was also exceptionally fond of the boy. He placed a hand on Jonathan’s shoulder and smiled warmly. “My great–grandson is the most clever and sensible of the lot. He wouldn’t forget. his grandfather. Come, follow me back to the family home.”

If the Kennedy family held as much power as the Sinclairs, Roland would have kept Jonathan by his side constantly. As for his daughter Vivian, Roland was indifferent about her staying or leaving. Jonathan, however, had become the treasured jewel of the two elders.

What made the situation even more ridiculous was that Zachary himself had started doubting the old paternity test, now convinced that Jonathan was indeed his biological son. There was little. Jonathan could do but accept this bizarre twist of fate and go along with it, even alongside Vivian.

After briefly updating Elliot on the recent events, Jonathan explained, “Someone from the Sinclair family visits me every day now. It’s been hard to take calls without interruptions, which is why I’ve been slow to respond.”

“With that explanation, Elliot’s frustration began to fade. He went on to share the events of the previous day, especially how their grandmother had shown up and hurled insults at their mother.

““Why didn’t you tell me about this sooner?“” Jonathan’s tone shifted, now serious and focused.”

Elliot felt a little awkward. With Nathaniel’s issues taking up most of his time, he hadn’t been able to get to it sooner. “I was dealing with something yesterday,” Elliot admitted. “But I’m telling you. now. Can you hack into that witch granny’s account and give her a taste of her own medicine?”

Elliot wasn’t particularly skilled with computers, so he had no choice but to rely on Jonathan’s. expertise.

‘It’s not convenient for me here,” Jonathan replied. ““If I get caught, it’ll be a big problem.”” Still, he reassured his younger brother, ‘Don’t worry, I won’t let her get away with it.

“Okay, good luck!” Elliot was ready to jump in if things went too far. Even though his skills in computing weren’t as sharp as Jonathan’s, he had his own talents that might allow him to outwit Paula eventually. However, for now, he had to proceed cautiously so that their mother wouldn’t find out.

After hanging up the phone, Jonathan’s expression grew serious. He had always known their grandmother could be difficult, but hearing that she had come back and was already causing trouble for their mother? That was too much.

Jonathan made up his mind to dig up any scandalous information about Paula he could find, spending his evening searching online.

As he headed downstairs, prepared to take a seat, he spotted an unexpected sight–Paula, along with her current husband, Ralph, entering the house with gifts in hand. The timing couldn’t have been more perfect.

Vivian, who had been sitting in the living room, was equally taken aback. What is Cecilia’s mother doing here?

She immediately got up and hurried toward Jonathan. “Jon, your great–grandpa’s about to discuss business. Let’s go outside and play,” she suggested, hoping to get him away from the situation.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

But George was quick to intervene. “No need for that,” he said firmly. “You and Jon might as well stay here and learn a bit about the business.”

Vivian glanced at Jonathan, unsure of what to say. She knew he was smart, but after all, he was still just a kid. She hadn’t expected George to insist on involving him in the family’s business dealings so soon. With no other choice, she sat down quietly.

Jonathan, however, had already made up his mind. His sharp black eyes were locked on Paula, a cold smirk curling on his lips.

What a coincidence. Even if Old Mr. Sinclair hadn’t told me to stay, I would’ve stayed anyway.