When Her “Death” Couldn’t Break Him

Chapter 69: Where Are You Taking Me?

Unexpectedly, Jonathan stood before Felix, his expression calm. Felix didn't mince words. "I don't like you. Tell your parents to arrange for you to leave school."

Jonathan remained composed. He walked to the sink and meticulously washed his hands. "Why should I?"

"Because I'm the future heir of Rainsworth Group and Orion Corporation!" Felix declared proudly. In Tudela, Orion Corporation's influence was undeniable. "Offend me, and you and your parents will suffer. This school is funded by Orion Corporation. Leave."

Jonathan's eyebrows rose slightly. He hadn't known his father planned to relinquish the company to someone else. "Oh."

Felix, believing Jonathan had acquiesced, felt triumphant. Then, Jonathan said, "I'm not leaving."

Fury erupted in Felix. He lunged, aiming a kick at Jonathan, but Jonathan swiftly intercepted the attack. He'd learned kickboxing abroad to protect his mother and younger brother.

Minutes later, Felix's pleas for mercy filled the restroom. "Do you still want me to drop out?" "No…" "Will you tell anyone?" "No…"

Felix's face was swollen. Jonathan washed his hands again. "Remember, if you tell anyone, I'll hit you every time I see you." Felix remained silent; he wouldn't report being beaten. He was a man, after all.

Meanwhile, Vivian had left early for a phone call, leaving Cecilia alone in the crowd. The summer weather shifted rapidly; a gloomy sky quickly unleashed a torrential downpour. Cecilia stood under a house's eaves when a Bentley pulled up. The window lowered, revealing Nathaniel.

"Get in," he said, his lips barely moving. Cecilia hesitated, then opened the back door. "I'm not a chauffeur. Sit in front." The back door wouldn't open, so she complied.

The car was silent except for the relentless rain. The interior remained surprisingly stuffy. Nathaniel drove without speaking, and Cecilia, uncertain of their destination, watched the unfamiliar roads as they veered onto a smaller path.

Recognizing the desolate road, Cecilia remembered her teenage years when a group of schoolmates had abandoned her there in a downpour, leaving her soaked and barefoot until late at night. Nathaniel had found her then, a beacon of light, gently comforting her.

How had that tender boy become so indifferent? People change, she mused.

Nathaniel, noticing Cecilia's serene expression, swallowed. As he drove away, Cecilia asked, "Mr. Rainsworth, where are you taking me?"