Chapter 502 Bring The Child Along

“We’ll talk about this after you apologize and compensate. I need a bath. Let go of me,” Cecilia said.

Nathaniel released his grip; a faint imprint of Cecilia’s bite remained on his hand. After she left, he called Mason. “Have someone investigate Calvin and find out his current location.”

Mason was puzzled. “Mr. Rainsworth, I checked a few days ago. Calvin hasn’t fully recovered. Should we go easy on him?”

“Ensure his safety. Don’t let him die.”

“Huh?” Mason was surprised.

“Cecilia discovered what happened to Calvin and is demanding an apology and compensation,” Nathaniel muttered. “Return some previous projects as a gesture.”

This was unprecedented for him. Mason knew Nathaniel wasn't as kind as he seemed; it was all for Cecilia.

“All right, I’m on it.”

“Leave some evidence for Cecilia to see,” Nathaniel instructed. He wasn't genuinely apologizing.

“Understood.”

Cecilia usually spent St. Patrick’s Day with Martha, but this year was different; she was pregnant, and Martha had passed away. After bathing, she went to her room and lay down.

She hadn’t been asleep long when a tall figure entered. He gently cradled her. Startled, Cecilia’s eyes snapped open. Through the dim bedside lamplight, she saw Nathaniel’s face.

“How did you get in?” she asked. She remembered locking the door.

Chapter 503 The Ohio Along

Nathaniel held her close. “I’ve already asked Mason to take care of it. Don’t be mad.”

Cecilia couldn’t understand his ruthlessness toward Calvin. She thought he’d lost his memories.

“Nathaniel, have you regained your memory recently?”

Nathaniel’s heart sank. “No. I only dreamed about some things from the past.”

Cecilia harbored no doubts. If Nathaniel had regained his memory, he wouldn’t be so compliant.

“Go to sleep,” Nathaniel said, fearing further questions.

“Okay.” Cecilia was sleepy and fell asleep immediately.

Listening to her breathing, Nathaniel couldn’t sleep. Before the car accident, he’d tried everything—making amends, admitting mistakes, even using their child as leverage—all in vain. Cecilia still yearned to escape. He couldn’t determine if she truly wanted to stay or intended to leave. If she ran, catching her would be difficult.

“What should I do with you?” he whispered.

The following day was St. Patrick’s Day. Since Nathaniel hadn’t returned to Rainsworth Manor the previous day, his father sent someone to fetch him early. His father rarely came home, but unlike the rest of the Rainsworth family, he was always kind to Cecilia. She couldn’t refuse him; Nathaniel was a Rainsworth, after all. She couldn’t stop him from going home for St. Patrick’s Day.

“Go on, I’ll stay home with Elliot and wait for you.” Cecilia didn’t want to visit Rainsworth Manor.

“Let’s go together.” Nathaniel feared another escape attempt and refused to agree.

“Then, bring the child along as well.”

Cecilia was startled. In Nathaniel’s eyes, Elliot was Calvin’s son. Elliot, seated nearby, sipping oatmeal, stared wide-eyed at Nathaniel.

Am I going to visit scumbag daddy’s house? As what? His adopted son?

Aware of their thoughts, Nathaniel said, “Since we’re starting over, Elliot and Jon shouldn’t keep hiding.”