When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 455

Chapter 455 Standoff Between Father And Son
As soon as they parted ways, both Cecilia and Nathaniel were visibly uncomfortable, their faces flushed with awkwardness.

“Eli, what are you doing out here?” Cecilia asked, her cheeks still warm with embarrassment.

Elliot wasn't as naive as he might have seemed. He knew that his no-good father was trying to worm his way back into his mom's life.

Mom is too trusting. What if sc*mbag daddy deceives her again?

Elliot descended the stairs, looking every bit the innocent child. “Upstairs is too boring. Mr. Rainsworth, would you take me out for some fun?” he asked sweetly.

“But it's so late—” Cecilia began, but before she could finish, Nathaniel promptly agreed.

“Sure,” Nathaniel said, his tone serious.

As a man, Nathaniel could sense the animosity Elliot harbored toward him. He didn't particularly care for this little rascal, but Elliot was Cecilia's child, and if he wanted to stay close to her, he had no choice but to tolerate him. Otherwise, he might have tossed the two kids into the river to feed the fish long ago.

Watching the father and son harmoniously head out for a walk, Cecilia felt a warmth spread through her heart. She didn't know that as soon as they stepped outside, Elliot bent down, scooped up a handful of snow, and flung it at the back of Nathaniel's head.

Nathaniel paused, his icy gaze turning toward the boy. The moment he looked at Elliot, the boy's heart raced, feeling as if Nathaniel could see right through him.

“Mr. Rainsworth, can we have a snowball fight?” Elliot asked, his voice slightly trembling.

Nathaniel, already suspicious, replied, “I can't even see. How am I supposed to have a snowball fight with you?” He knew this kid was up to no good.

Dealing with another man's offspring is indeed troublesome. If this were my own child, it would never be as annoying as this little rascal.

Elliot, playing up his youth, acted stubborn. “Nope, I insist on having a snowball fight with you. Why won't you play with me? What gives you the right to stay at my place?” he pouted.

If you could see, there's no way I'd challenge you to a snowball fight. But since you're blind, I'm taking full advantage.

Nathaniel, unimpressed, laid out the rules. “Let's get this straight first—the loser isn't allowed to cry.”

Cecilia's concern grew instantly. “Are you feeling unwell? Is that why you fell? I'll take you to the hospital right now, okay?” she said, her voice filled with worry.

Elliot quickly shook his head. “I'm fine, I don't feel unwell. Mommy, I'm just going to take a bath and change clothes. You should leave now.”

Elliot's condition was indeed fine, otherwise, he wouldn't have suggested a snowball fight with Nathaniel. As Cecilia watched him leave, she couldn't help but find his bashful expression endearing.

Outside the room, Martha approached Nathaniel. “Is the kid all right?” she asked, her voice tinged with concern.

“He's fine,” Nathaniel responded calmly. He was also mindful to not cross the line.

In truth, Martha had been considering whether to reveal to Nathaniel that the two children were indeed his. However, she chose to test him a bit longer, fearful that his change of heart wasn't genuine.

“Although Eli may not be as clever as Jonathan, he has been sensitive since childhood. You must be careful not to hurt him,” Martha advised, her tone gentle yet firm.