Chapter 320 You Should Just Go Back

“Ms. Kennedy, why don’t you ever knock?” Jonathan asked, his face puffed up in annoyance.

“Ah, I’m sorry. I forgot.” Vivian stepped forward. “Jonjon, do you still remember the promise you made to me?”

Jonathan sighed. “Of course. You want me to pretend to be your son so you can seek vengeance on your ex-boyfriend. I’m quite adept at getting back at people. If you need, I can even find you a husband, helping myself find a father in the process.”

Vivian’s eyes widened. “Really?”

Jonathan hadn’t expected her to believe him. For her happiness, he reassured her, “Of course, this person will definitely be better than your ex-boyfriend.”

“How much will it cost?” Vivian asked earnestly, imagining a gigolo more handsome than Ernest wouldn’t come cheap. She was surprised by Jonathan’s connections at his age.

“You don’t need to worry about that. Go to sleep. Good night.”

Jonathan lay in bed, his head covered with a blanket. Vivian sighed. “My happiness is in your hands now. They’re getting married next week.” She left, muttering under her breath.

After she left, Jonathan felt troubled. He’d heard Vivian mention Ernest was very handsome, though he’d never seen him. Considering Vivian’s romantic nature, he assumed Ernest was at least decent-looking. He decided he needed to investigate thoroughly.

In Sparaville, as the cold weather worsened, Martha’s health declined. Cecilia remained by her side. Martha, however, suddenly craved ravioli from the west side of town.

“Alright, I’ll order takeout,” Cecilia said, reaching for her phone.

Martha stopped her. “Sweetheart, it’ll be cold by then. Would you mind getting it for me?”

10:43 AM

Chapter 320 You Should Just Go Back

Martha rarely made demands, so Cecilia readily agreed. “Alright, I’ll go now. If you need anything, ask Nathaniel,” she said.

“Mmm-hmm,” Martha replied.

After Cecilia left, the kind smile vanished from Martha’s face. She looked toward Nathaniel in the kitchen and said coldly, “After all this time, you still can’t cook. Mr. Rainsworth, save your energy. Ceci isn’t coming home for dinner today.”

Nathaniel solemnly switched off his phone. “What do you mean?”

“Mr. Rainsworth, you can’t bring her happiness right now. You should just go back,” she said. If she weren’t physically limited, she would have chased him out with a broom.

Nathaniel approached with a solemn expression. “My respect for you is only because of Ceci. As the father of her child, I assure you, I will never leave her. As for happiness, if you mean money and power, there’s no need to worry.”

Martha wasn’t upset. “You may not know, but Ceci has liked someone since childhood. They’re childhood sweethearts; it’s not something you can compete with.”

Nathaniel’s fist clenched. “It can’t be. If she loved someone else, why did she marry me?”

“If you don’t believe me, go to the ravioli restaurant in the west, but take someone with you. Otherwise, as a blind man, you won’t be able to see.”

Martha, always kind, was now unafraid to offend Nathaniel for Cecilia’s future.