Chapter 508 No Need To Explain

Nathaniel froze. “Ceci—”

“No need to explain. You’re right.” Cecilia was unrelieved. She wondered how Nathaniel had discovered the truth. “Rest assured, I won’t use your money to support Eli and Jon. I have more than enough.”

Nathaniel’s concern wasn’t financial. He wanted to explain, but didn’t know how to begin.

“Let’s go back,” Cecilia said, taking Elliot’s hand.

Elliot sighed. Mommy is too agreeable. No, I can’t just be scumbag daddy’s son that easily. “Mommy, I’m so tired. Can we rest here before going back? I don’t feel well enough to be in the car.” He feigned weakness.

Cecilia immediately knelt to check on him. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

Elliot shook his head. “Maybe the way Mr. Rainsworth carried me made me dizzy.”

“Ugh… I feel terrible. I want to rest. What should I do?” he whined, looking pitiful.

Nathaniel was speechless. This one’s even more dramatic than Jonathan.

“Take him to my room,” Nathaniel said.

“All right,” Cecilia agreed, about to lift Elliot.

Nathaniel extended his hand. “I’ll take him.”

Without waiting for Cecilia’s approval, he scooped up Elliot. Cecilia didn’t stop him. “Be careful. Don’t carry him by his overalls like before.” His height, she reasoned, likely caused Elliot’s dizziness.

Elliot quickly grabbed Nathaniel’s collar. “Mr. Rainsworth, please be gentle. I feel terrible,” he said, wiping saliva onto Nathaniel’s clothes.

Chapter 508 No Need To Explain

Nathaniel couldn’t see it, but he felt the saliva and was disgusted.

Elliot was asleep by the time they reached the room. Nathaniel gently placed him on the bed. He navigated the path as if familiar with it, despite a few minor obstacles requiring Cecilia’s guidance.

Cecilia was surprised but not suspicious. Amazing how vividly he remembers the path, even though he hasn’t been here in a while. I still remember when we were staying together in Sparaville. He kept bumping into things, feeling his way around. Has his sight recovered?

She got a glass of water and placed it near Nathaniel. He inadvertently knocked it over with his foot, spilling water.

“What’s going on?” He frowned. He’d instructed the housekeepers to keep everything precisely in place.

“Sorry, I didn’t put the water down properly,” Cecilia said quickly. “You rest. I’ll clean up.”

Nathaniel’s anger vanished. “I’ll help you.” He bent to pick up the cup, his hand brushing Cecilia’s. He grasped her hand. “You can ask me anything, Ceci.” He knew she’d placed the cup there deliberately.

Cecilia asked directly, “You’re blind, so how can you walk so smoothly, almost like a normal person?”