Chapter 565 Up To Mischief

Elliot looked at the gift Paula brought, feigning curiosity. "Is this a model airplane?"

"That's right. Let me open it for you."

"Okay."

Paula assumed children were easily placated, unaware of Elliot's mischievous nature. After opening the model airplane, she offered it to him. "Do you want me to teach you how to play with this?"

Elliot took the model, held it aloft, and with a casual flick of his wrist, jabbed the wing into Paula's eye. Paula cried out, "Ouch!"

"Granny, are you okay?" Elliot asked, his expression showing belated concern.

Paula, believing it an accident, waved her hand dismissively. "I'm fine."

Elliot wasn't so easily forgiving. He picked up the remote control, starting the model airplane and buzzing it around Paula's head. The incessant buzzing gave Paula a headache. "Eli, you can fly the plane outside."

"Okay."

Manipulating the remote, Elliot pretended to be careless, guiding the model airplane toward Paula's face. Paula dodged frantically, but her neatly tied hair was left in disarray. The housekeeper, witnessing this, chuckled.

"Oh no. I'm sorry, Granny. I'm not very good at this," Elliot said, looking pitiful.

Paula, embarrassed, glared at the housekeeper. "What's so funny?"

The housekeeper, silenced by Paula's aura, fell silent. Paula then turned to Elliot. "Eli, this should be played with in open areas. Can you keep it safe for now? Next time, I'll take you outside to play with it, okay?"

"All right."

Elliot pretended to turn off the airplane, but with a subtle touch of the remote, it darted toward Paula's face again. Paula's eyes widened, and she raised her hand defensively. Despite her efforts, her face and hand were scratched. Paula fell to the ground, miserable.

"Goodness, you brat—" she began to scold, but Elliot interrupted.

"Granny, I didn't do it on purpose. It was my first time playing with this. I'm sorry," he said.

Paula suppressed her anger. She instructed the housekeeper, "Go get the medicine."

The housekeeper, though disliking Paula, complied, working for the Rainsworth family. Elliot, however, took her hand. "Madam, let me get it. You can pour some water for Granny."

"All right," the housekeeper agreed.

Paula was surprised by the four-year-old's maturity. Elliot fetched the first-aid kit, then secretly emptied the iodine and filled the bottle with alcohol. "Witch granny," he muttered, "you used to bully my mommy. Now, it's your turn."

He brought the kit to Paula. "Granny, this is for you."

"You're such a good boy." Paula opened the kit, examining the iodine. She reached for it to disinfect her scratch.

Elliot quickly added, "Granny, you can't see. Let me help you."

"Will you manage?"

"Whenever Mommy was hurt, I always applied her medicine," Elliot replied confidently.

Paula handed him a cotton swab. Elliot soaked it liberally in the alcohol, then dabbed it on Paula's scratch. A bloodcurdling scream echoed through the villa. "Ah!"

The alcohol stung intensely. Paula cried out, "You brat! What did you apply to me?" She dropped her gentle façade and raised her hand to strike him. Elliot, prepared, dodged swiftly.