When Her Death Couldn't Break Him 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.”