When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 994 Nathaniel Is Acting Strange

Nathaniel was very responsible, he didn’t let Cecilia and Elliot rest throughout the entire weekend.

At night, Elliot’s dreams were all about his father tutoring him.

“I’ll learn well, please don’t be angry…” he continued to murmur in his sleep.

When Nathaniel passed by his room, he couldn’t help but walk in.

He lifted his hand to touch Elliot’s arm, waking the child quickly. In the dim light, he saw Nathaniel and felt dread as if he had seen a ghost.

“Sc*mbag daddy, I’m really tired, can I continue my homework tomorrow?”

Nathaniel listened to his soft and tender voice, feeling a pang of headache. “Doing homework isn’t the most important thing. The most crucial part is learning how to solve problems. Your health may not be the best, but you can’t lag behind others. How else would you take care of your mom that way? From now on, study on your own. Don’t let your health be the reason you fall behind, understand?”

Elliot didn’t understand why Nathaniel suddenly shared those thoughts with him, but he could sense that Nathaniel was unhappy.

“Okay, I definitely will,” he promised.

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Nathaniel quietly walked out, closing the door behind him.

Elliot had trouble sleeping, so he texted Jonathan: Jon, I think Daddy’s been acting a bit strange lately.

Just as Jonathan was about to go to sleep, he saw Elliot’s message and felt a bit annoyed. He replied: In what way?

Elliot: I can’t quite put my finger on it.

Jonathan: Then don’t mention it.

Jonathan wasn’t interested in Nathaniel’s affairs.

Elliot typed with a hint of disappointment: Okay.

Jonathan couldn’t stand to see him like this, so he asked: What happened?

Elliot shared how Nathaniel had been pushing him and Cecilia recently.

Elliot: It feels as if he’s a character in a TV show who has been diagnosed with a terminal illness, making arrangements after his death.

Jonathan was taken aback. Making arrangements after his death? What kind of joke is this?

Jonathan: Don’t overthink it. How would anything happen to him? Go and get some sleep.

Elliot: All right.

Elliot obediently closed his eyes.

Meanwhile, Jonathan was also having trouble sleeping. If Nathaniel really does have a terminal illness, what should I do?

Jonathan didn’t want Nathaniel to meet his end too soon.

After all, he was still a child, unable to protect his mom.

He still hadn’t managed to uncover the person behind Imminence Corporation.

At preschool the next day, Jonathan was drowsy throughout the day as he hadn’t slept well the night before.

Recently, everyone at the preschool, whether it be the teachers or the other children, treated him well. The only exception was Felix. All he had to do was focus on his own matters.

The other kids had ostracized Felix recently, so he spent every day in solitude. It was a pitiful sight.

After all, he was just a child. Since his separation from Miranda, he didn’t think about harming anyone without any instigation from his parents.

“Jon.”

Observing that Jonathan was continually nodding off, he finally lowered his prideful head, walked over, and offered him his wet wipe.

“Wipe your face with a wet wipe. It should keep the sleepiness at bay.”

Jonathan had always been magnanimous, never one to hold petty grudges. However, he didn’t like accepting things from others. “No thanks.”

After being rejected by Jonathan, Felix felt even more defeated, thinking Jonathan was still angry with him and unwilling to forgive him.

As the previous sole heir of the Rainsworth family, how could possibly apologize to anyone? Forget it.

“Fine, don’t take it then. Do you think I’ll insist on giving it to you? It’s going in the trash.” Frustrated, Felix tossed the wet wipe into the trash bin.

Jonathan remained silent, ignoring him.

Felix’s face turned beet red.

During recess, all the children chose to play with Jonathan, completely ignoring Felix. Even when Felix offered them money, it was no different.

He could no longer bear with the loneliness.

“You’re all picking on me! I’m going to tell my great–grandpa!”