When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 572 I Made Some Delicious Food For Your

Puzzled, Cecilia turned to look at Nathaniel, only to hear him continue, “I’m blind.”

Throughout their walk to the car, he was met with peculiar looks from all directions.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Even though he was blind, he could still sense the stares and hear the hushed whispers around them.

After a brief moment of silence, Cecilia replied, “I feel that being blind isn’t something embarrassing in itself. Those who should be embarrassed are the ones who discriminated against others.”

Upon hearing that, Nathaniel was reminded of the time when he repeatedly disdained Cecilia for her hearing impairment when they were together in the past.

“I’m sorry, Ceci.”

Cecilia was once again taken aback, not quite understanding what was wrong with him that day.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Let’s head back.”

“Okay.”

Cecilia started the car.

On the way back, Nathaniel asked, “What’s the progress with the matter of Paula faking her illness?”

“An internationally renowned neurosurgeon helped me find the evidence. We’ll be able to send. her back to prison soon,” replied Cecilia.

Nathaniel was somewhat taken aback.

He had arranged for Zachary to quietly handle that matter. Unexpectedly, Cecilia had managed to resolve it on her own.

I wonder how she managed to get that neurosurgeon to help her.

“What about the inheritance lawsuit?”

“That matter requires further deliberation. It’s not that simple.”

Many years had passed, and the Smith family had gone bankrupt. Thus, one could only imagine. the great difficulty in a legal battle over the original inheritance.

Nathaniel didn’t probe further. Nor did he tell Cecilia that his next move was to acquire all of the Evans family’s projects overseas.

The Evans family, with its weak foundation and wealth that came from mooching off a woman, was even easier to destroy than the Smith family was back then.

After acquiring the Evans family’s business, he planned to gift it to Cecilia as Smith Corporation, giving her a surprise.

At Daltonia Villa, Elliot waited for nightfall, intending to Nathaniel a lesson.

“Darn it! Why isn’t he back yet?”

The nanny didn’t understand his urgency. “Mrs. Rainsworth said she would be back in about an hour. There’s no need to panic.”

“I’m talking about Mr. Rainsworth,” said Elliot.

Upon hearing that, the nanny was just about to comfort him when she heard footsteps. approaching the door.

Elliot also heard them and couldn’t help but rush out without a word.

Cecilia and Nathaniel returned, one after the other.

“Why are you standing outside, Eli? Aren’t you cold?” Cecilia hastily asked in concern.

“No. I only came out when I heard you both return.”

After saying that, Elliot shot Nathaniel a glare despite tugging at his clothes. “Come in quickly. Mr. Rainsworth. I made some delicious food for you.

Nathaniel had truly forgotten the promise he made yesterday.

Seeing that Elliot was unusually attentive for no apparent reason, he couldn’t help but find it strange and instinctively declined, “No, thanks. I’m already full.”

“Just have a little. I made rice balls especially for you,” Elliot pleaded.

Even Cecilia noticed that something odd about Elliot that day, let alone Nathaniel.

“Eli, why did you suddenly prepare food for Mr. Rainsworth?”

“Mr. Rainsworth saved Jon, no? I’m showing my gratitude to him.” Elliot wore an expression of sincerity.

That was already a while ago, so showing his gratitude then simply didn’t make sense.

Nathaniel was curious about his true intentions. Thus, he agreed, “Okay.”

Immediately, Elliot led him to the kitchen before handing him a specially prepared rice ball.

Nathaniel took a bite of it, only to have his mouth filled with mustard.

Nathaniel maintained a stoic expression and finished the entire rice ball before commenting. “Not bad.”

Elliot was completely floored.

Could it be that I forgot to put mustard in one of the rice balls?

“Have another one, Mr. Rainsworth.”