Chapter 103: Do You Really Not Love Us?

Elliot pouted, continuing to provoke Nathaniel. "Mister, did you kidnap me for money? My daddy's incredibly wealthy. He loves me most. You chose the wrong person to kidnap."

Nathaniel was speechless. "Your daddy is so rich and powerful, yet he couldn't protect you from me?"

Elliot choked back a sob. He hadn't expected Nathaniel's sharp retort. He seemed less incompetent than Elliot had thought.

Elliot didn't reply. Instead, he clutched his stomach, his brows furrowing.

Nathaniel sensed something was wrong. "What's wrong?"

"My stomach hurts," Elliot whispered.

Fortunately, Nathaniel had brought his personal doctor. He summoned him to examine Elliot. However, the doctor found no issues.

"Mr. Rainsworth, I've thoroughly examined the boy. There's no apparent problem."

Elliot clutched his stomach, rolling on the bed. "It hurts so much! I feel like I'm going to die…"

The doctor was baffled. Nathaniel looked at Elliot, whose face was ghastly pale. It didn't seem like he was faking.

"Is it because there's no medical equipment?" Nathaniel asked.

"That's possible," the doctor replied cautiously.

Nathaniel's eyes narrowed. "Didn't you say there's no problem? Why the possibility now?"

At this moment, Elliot intervened. "Mister, don't blame him. I often have stomachaches. Daddy presses his face against my tummy, and the pain goes away. Will you do that?"

Nathaniel was silent. Disdain flickered in his eyes.

Tears welled in Elliot's eyes. "Mister, you wouldn't want me to die, would you?"

Nathaniel turned to the doctor. "Bring warm water."

The doctor fetched hot water, intending to use it as a compress. Elliot refused. "My daddy uses his face! Keep that away! I don't want it!"

"Boohoo… I'm going to die… Daddy…" The boy's sobs filled the car.

Reluctantly, Nathaniel placed his hand on Elliot's stomach. "Is this okay?"

Elliot sobbed, "My daddy uses his face…"

Nathaniel's patience snapped. "If you keep crying, I'll throw you out!"

Elliot fell silent. He was terrified of being thrown out, yet too weak to endure more turmoil.

Soon, he fell asleep.

Nathaniel sat beside him, noticing a resemblance between the boy and Cecilia. He wondered how such a quiet woman could have such a dramatic son. These thoughts lingered, yet his expression remained unchanged. He kept his hand on the boy's stomach.

Semi-conscious, Elliot opened his eyes on a private jet. He gazed at the large hand on his stomach, bewildered. Do you really not love us?