When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 1776

Chapter 1776 Do You Think I Could Beat Him
Darren turned to Zachary, asking seriously, “If we were competing... do you think I could beat him?”

Zachary blinked, momentarily caught off guard. What kind of question is this?

He paused, considering his words carefully. “The Reese family's influence runs deep... beyond what we can fully grasp, I think—”

“I'm not talking about power or wealth. I mean when it comes to fighting for a woman.”

Zachary felt a chill run down his spine—it was as if he had just seen another Nathaniel.

“Well... to be completely honest, I don't think you can quite match up to Calvin,” Zachary admitted bluntly. “He's single, no baggage, and let's be real—he's got the whole 'refined gentleman' look going for him.”

Zachary didn't like to lie.

His words struck Darren like a sharp blade. For a moment, he was silent. Then, with a hoarse voice, he asked, “Do you think he would accept a woman with a child?”

Zachary scoffed. “Isn't that obvious? He was fine with Cecilia having two sons. There's nothing he can't accept.”

A wave of bitterness surged within Darren. So, my daughter will have to call Calvin ‘Daddy' one day?

“Why are you suddenly asking this? Is Calvin pestering Cecilia again?” Zachary asked, his brows furrowing.

He found Calvin unbelievably shameless. Cecilia and Nathaniel had been together for years, had four kids, and yet Calvin still wouldn't back off. What an a*s.

“No.” Darren leaned back against the chair.

Perhaps it was the alcohol clouding his judgment, or maybe he simply didn't care anymore, but he threw caution to the wind. His voice was low, almost detached. “It's Madeline...”

Madeline?

Zachary blinked. It took him a few seconds to process what Darren had just said. Then, realization hit him like a freight train.

“You're saying he's now got his sights set on your wife?” His voice was a notch louder than intended.

Several patrons in the club turned their heads in curiosity.

Zachary shot them a cold glance, his voice sharp as a blade. “What are you staring at? Scram!”

The onlookers, realizing he was the young heir of the Sinclair family, quickly averted their gazes and scattered. No one wanted to get involved with this lunatic.