When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 642 Plan In Action

Moana immediately walked over. “Mr. Nathaniel, Mrs. Rainsworth is dining in the kitchen. If you have any instructions, just let me know.”

“Kitchen?” Nathaniel sounded perplexed. “Why would she be eating in the kitchen? Ask her to come here.

Is she hiding in the kitchen just so she won’t have to eat these carrots? Does she have her own stash of food?

“Mr. Nathaniel, according to our custom, women don’t dine at the same table as the men of the house, Moana iterated.

Nathaniel was taken aback.

Elliot was just as bewildered. What era was this woman even in?

Moana served Nathaniel more food. “Don’t worry, Mr. Nathaniel. I’ve prepared plenty of dishes for Mrs. Rainsworth.”

“Then what about all the food here-”

“I had them prepared, too,” Moana interjected before Nathaniel could finish.

In an instant, the man’s expression turned even more unsightly.

However, he didn’t want to argue with someone nearing fifty and changed the subject. “Call Cecilia over. Tell her to eat here.”

Truth be told, he had never really expected Cecilia to heed Moana’s advice.

“I wouldn’t do that.”

Moana refused to get Cecilia.

Unbothered with this old witch in front of him, Elliot got up from his chair and headed to the kitchen.

Upon entering, he saw Cecilia sitting alone on a small stool in the kitchen, eating a bowl of plain white rice.

On the small table before her was an array of thinly sliced pieces of white meat.

The meat wasn’t fried, but rather steamed, and apart from salt, no other seasoning was added.

Moana had stated that this was nutritious for pregnant women.

Cecilia took just a few bites of the food and found herself unable to continue eating.

Elliot watched her, his eyes instantly filled with heartache.

“Mommy,” Cecilia looked up at him. “Elliot? What brings you here? You should go have something to eat.”

The boy shook his head, rushing over to her.

“Mommy, come and cat outside.”

“I can’t. Old Mdm. Brooks wants me to eat here. You guys can go ahead without me,” Cecilia replied while winking at him.

Immediately getting the hint, Elliot began to weep softly.

“But Mommy, even a dog wouldn’t touch this stuff. How could you eat this?”

Cecilia sure didn’t expect her son to be such a natural actor, and she played along. “I have no choice. Old Mdm. Brooks said it’s for the sake of your younger sibling.”

Their conversation successfully drew the attention of both Moana and Nathaniel.

They moved towards the kitchen, with Moana explaining. “It’s all top–quality meat! What do you mean even a dog wouldn’t eat it?”

Elliot turned to her. “Then, you eat it.”

Moana froze briefly. Aging had caused her tastebuds to become more robust, and she simply couldn’t appreciate the blandness of the boiled white meat, which tasted just like plain water to her.

However, for the sake of proving that the meat was delicious, she picked up her fork and began to eat. “It’s delicious, Mr. Elliot!”

“In that case, you can cat all of it. Come and join us, Mommy.”

Elliot led Cecilia to the dining table, leaving Moana standing alone in the kitchen.

Cecilia enjoyed carrots, so she happily feasted on them with the boy.

How could Nathaniel not realize that the mother and son were putting on an act?

He simply didn’t know what kind of scheme Cecilia was cooking up, which is why he didn’t expose her just yet.

Dinner was entirely composed of carrot dishes, something Nathaniel truly couldn’t stomach. He forced himself to eat a bowl of rice before promptly getting up and leaving.

Cecilia engrossed herself in the food, knowing that the next exciting episode was about to unfold.

When Moana emerged from the kitchen and saw Cecilia eating the food meant for Nathaniel and Elliot, her demeanor instantly turned frosty.

No sooner had she finished speaking than everyone heard the sounds of collision in the living

Thud! Crash!

Before Moana could even react, Nathaniel had already returned.Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

“Who moved the furniture?”