Chapter 529 Do Not Scold Him

After Cecilia finished composing that evening, she went to Elliot's room and noticed his bedding had been changed.

“Eli, did you change the sheets and duvet cover?”

“Mr. Rainsworth helped me.”

“And the dirty bedding?”

“Mr. Rainsworth said to throw it away,” Elliot replied.

Cecilia sighed, squatting to explain patiently, “If the bedding gets dirty in the future, just tell me. I’ll change it. Don’t throw it away; it can be washed and reused. Many people in the world don’t even have bedding.”

“I told Mr. Rainsworth that,” Elliot replied seriously.

Cecilia felt she needed to speak with Nathaniel to ensure his wasteful habits didn't influence the child.

“Okay, I understand. You should rest now.” She kissed his forehead.

As she left, Elliot pulled her hand. “Mr. Rainsworth only helped because he’s kind. Mom, please don’t be angry with him.”

Elliot knew betraying Nathaniel wasn't honorable, but it was his first time defending him.

Cecilia nodded. “Okay, don’t worry.”

After leaving the room and carefully closing the door, she agreed with Elliot; Nathaniel had good intentions, and she wouldn't blame him.

After washing up and preparing for bed, she received a message: "Cecilia, you must have seen the photos online. When are you returning Nathaniel to me? He doesn’t love you. If he recovers his memory, he won’t be with you." It was Stella.

Cecilia didn't reply, but soon received another message: "I know you already have a child. You aren’t even divorced yet, and you have a son with someone else. Isn’t that more disgusting than me? If Nathaniel regains his memory, he definitely won’t let you off."

Cecilia sneered and replied: "If you want Nathaniel, take him. Stop using these tricks."

She was no longer someone easily disturbed by Stella's words. There was no further response. Cecilia went to bed.

That night, she had a nightmare: Nathaniel had regained his memory and looked at her coldly, wanting to take the child and demanding she abort the twins.

“No!” Cecilia woke with a start, sweating.

“What’s wrong?” Nathaniel’s voice sounded beside her. She regained her senses, seeing his face.

“How did you get in?” She'd locked the door.

He didn't answer, pulling her into his arms. “Did you have a nightmare?”

Remembering the dream, Cecilia pushed him away. The dream felt incredibly real.

“Yes.” Her body trembled subtly. Stella’s messages had affected her.

“What kind of dream?”

“Nothing.” She didn’t want to talk, turning away.

Nathaniel, not understanding her distress, moved closer; Cecilia shrank further into the corner. He followed, so they were squeezed together.

Cecilia was frustrated. “Can you sleep in the next room?”

“Why? Was I in your dream?” Nathaniel asked.

He knew he'd guessed correctly and embraced her. “If I did something wrong in the dream, you can hit me, or bite me, to vent your anger?” His warm breath was on her ear.