When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 2167

Nathaniel looked up from his plate; his gaze was ice on granite as it landed on the boy. "Don't push your luck."

Elliot's lower lip trembled, enthusiasm collapsing into a defeated droop.

Cecilia's heart clenched. She shot Nathaniel a warning glare, then turned back to her son. "Elliot, if you want friends here, of course, you can invite them."

Joy flickered back across the child's face, though he still glanced at Nathaniel, searching for final approval.

Nathaniel would never contradict Cecilia in front of the children, and they all knew it.

"Fine—have them over," he said, voice softer this time.

A grin burst onto Elliot's face, wide enough to chase every remaining shadow from the dining room.

***

That evening, Elliot typed energetic invitations to Dante and other classmates he could think of.

Because he had posted the news in the class group chat, Felix saw it too. A flicker of excitement sparked behind the other boy's eyes.

"Mom, can I go to a classmate's house tomorrow?" Felix asked, lingering by the kitchen doorway.

Miranda was nibbling fruit at the counter. Without looking up, she asked, "Have you finished every assignment your teacher gave you?"

Felix shook his head, eyes sliding toward the floor.

"Then why would you still want to go out and play?" Miranda's question sliced the air, as crisp as the apple in her hand.

Miranda set the porcelain bowl of sliced pears on a side table and rose, her tailored skirt swishing as she moved across the lamplight-soaked study. "Felix, you're not like the other children. You have to push yourself, because one day, this company—your grandfather's life's work—will rest on your shoulders. And when that day comes, I expect you to stand taller than each of your Uncle Nathaniel's kids. Do you understand?"

Felix's eyes dulled, the hopeful gleam collapsing into a small, gray puddle.

"But I'm nowhere near as smart as Jon..."

Miranda's spine went rigid. A sharp breath cut the air before her words did. "Who told you that nonsense? You're only lazy. If you worked half as hard, you'd run circles around Jon!"

Felix, still wanting to play with his classmates, fiddled with the hem of his t-shirt. "Mommy..."

From the couch, Adrian finally spoke, his voice a tired baritone that hadn't joined a board meeting in months. "He's still a kid, Miranda. Let him have a break. Don't steal every ounce of his joy."

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