When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 725 Wet Himself

Jonathan still had a lot of faith in Elliot’s sixth sense.

The two brothers had always harbored a secret, something unknown to Cecilia.

Jonathan was a top–tier hacker, but Elliot was even more extraordinary. His sixth sense was remarkably accurate. For instance, if the two of them were walking on the street and someone suddenly threw something from a building, he would be able to sense it.

The most astonishing part was that his perception included luck.

Jonathan still remembered when he and Elliot were just two or three years old. Cecilia had taken them to a lottery store, and Elliot, holding onto Cecilia’s hand, refused to leave.

Cecilia asked Elliot what he wanted, to which Elliot casually walked into the store and grabbed a few lottery tickets. To their surprise, one of the tickets won them hundreds of thousands.

However, this was a matter of chance, not a guaranteed stroke of good luck.

Besides, if adults were to find out about Elliot’s perceptive abilities, it would be quite risky.

Therefore, Jonathan often advised Elliot to simply be a normal child, urging him not to casually use any sort of sixth sense.

“Is Mommy back?” Jonathan asked.

“Not yet.”

After hearing this, Jonathan fell silent for a while before saying, “Nathaniel is a moody man. If you’re scared, I can ask Old Mr. Sinclair to send a car to take you to Sinclair Manor.”

“Jon, are you kidding me? I’m not scared at all.” Elliot paused. “I just find it fascinating, don’t you?”

“Do you want to join in and have some fun with him?” Mischief was brewing in Elliot’s mind.

Jonathan showed no interest in that. “Silly, I’m currently traveling abroad. How am I supposed to go there?”

Elliot suddenly remembered, inevitably feeling a sense of loss.

“I need to get back to my book. I can’t talk anymore,” Jonathan said, aware that he couldn’t provide any help even if he returned, and hung up the call.

Elliot was somewhat frustrated. “Such a nerd.”

He mumbled to himself, finding it utterly dull to be alone in the room. Taking advantage of Mason’s absence, he sneaked out of the room once again, tiptoeing his way to find Nathaniel.

Due to the time difference, it had already turned dark here.

Within the vast room, only Nathaniel’s study was bathed in a bright light.

Without needing to search, Elliot spotted him, and thus, he quietly made his way over.

Nathaniel sat in his study, his head throbbing with pain once again. Due to the loss of part of his memory, he had forgotten Braille, and an aura of hostility surrounded him.

“Back already?” Nathaniel’s ears were quite sharp. He heard the sound of Elliot’s footsteps and thought it was Mason.

Upon seeing this, Elliot no longer held back. “Sc*mbag daddy, it’s me, your sweetie. How are you feeling now? Is your headache still bothering you? Do you want me to give you a massage?”

The current Nathaniel was indifferent toward this son of his, who had suddenly appeared.

“No need.”

Elliot wasn’t going to give up just like that.

He stepped inside, declaring, “No way. Our teacher always told us to respect and help our parents. Sc*mbag daddy, I’m coming.”

In the next moment, Nathaniel felt his lower leg being tenderly embraced by a small, soft body again.

His entire body stiffened instantly.

He had always disliked children, yet for some reason, at that moment, he didn’t immediately shrug Elliot off.

“Get out! Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Elliot was suddenly yelled at, but far from being scared, he was even more amused. “No, sc*mbag daddy. Don’t be shy. Let your son show you some filial piety.”

As he spoke, he simultaneously climbed onto Nathaniel’s legs.

Nathaniel instantly stood up, his hand once again hoisting Elliot. He had initially intended to throw Elliot out, but Mason’s words suddenly flashed through his mind. The boy is in poor health…

“Wow! It’s so high! I’m scared…”

Elliot had already understood what was going on. Sc*mbag daddy is now the Nathaniel from back then. I must mess with him a little bit. It’s only right.

Therefore, Elliot unzipped his pants, thinking it might help Nathaniel regain his memory.

Tap! Tap!

Nathaniel suddenly detected a strong whiff of urine.This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

Nathaniel’s leather shoes and trousers.

This scene felt oddly familiar to Nathaniel.