When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 757 Running Into Priscilla

Suddenly, the room fell silent, and it felt as though the temperature had dropped several degrees. Nathaniel’s stern face wore a cold expression.

Mason immediately hung up the phone. “I’ll leave you guys alone.”

He knew better than to stay and be on the receiving end of Nathaniel’s wrath.

Zachary was so frustrated that he wished he could kick Mason. What a jerk! He knows Nathaniel is angry, and he’s leaving me here alone with him!

“Nathaniel, do you want me to take you home?” he asked.

He moved into his private mansion to escape his grandfather’s relentless nagging about his marriage to Vivian. Although he had agreed with George to marry Vivian after a year of dating, the old man seemed to see through his delaying tactic. George insisted they marry first before developing their relationship. He wasn’t about to marry first and risk being trapped in at relationship he wasn’t ready for.

“No rush,” Nathaniel said. Though he wasn’t sure why, he felt upset after hearing the bodyguard say Cecilia seemed to be having a good time.

Zachary sighed inwardly. Looks like I’ll have to talk some sense into this stubborn man.Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

“Nathaniel, I think you should head back. Cecilia must be upset. That’s why she went shopping to distract herself.”

Hearing that, Nathaniel took a sip of water, his cold, gloomy aura diminishing. “Mind your business.”

“Fine.” Zachary dared not press further, fearing Nathaniel might teach him a lesson if he did.

In Tudela’s downtown, Cecilia bought quite a few children’s clothes after having a meal with Helen. Meanwhile, Elliot and Sven were waiting on the bench by the entrance.

Elliot never understood why women loved shopping.

“Mr. Sven, I’m so bored,” he complained.

Sven, sitting upright, was also bored.

He would rather undertake dangerous missions than accompany a woman shopping–it was simply too tiring and dull for him.

“I’m bored too,” Sven said.

“There’s an arcade on the sixth floor, right? How about we go there?” Elliot asked, gazing up at Sven with wide, pleading eyes.

“No. With your condition, you can’t play games,” Sven replied flatly.

Elliot’s attempts at acting cute were completely lost on the stoic, no–nonsene oven.

He couldn’t help but sigh. Just as he was about to say something, a young girl’s voice suddenly rang out. “Jon.”

Elliot looked in the direction of the voice, puzzled, only to see a little girl with two braids gazing back at him.

A slightly plump middle–aged woman was with the girl.

“Jonathan, I thought you went to Azania?” The little girl looked up at him, her eyes filled with admiration.

Hearing refer to him as “Jon,” Elliot realized that she had mistaken him for his brother. He was just about to correct her when the girl’s mother approached, scrutinizing Elliot. “Jonathan, were you also expelled?”

The woman wore an expression of disbelief.

“Priscilla?” Right then, Cecilia and Helen had finished their shopping and emerged with their purchases. Immediately, they spotted Priscilla with her daughter, Dorothy.

When Priscilla saw Cecilia, her expression turned sour, but she still greeted the latter. “Ms. Cecilia, isn’t Jonathan supposed to be in Azania? Why is he here?”

“I’m not Jonathan, I’m Elliot,” Elliot finally found the chance to explain.

Helen, too, clarified, “This is Jonathan’s twin brother. Jonathan left for Azania a while ago.

Priscilla’s expression grew awkward. She had assumed that Jonathan had been expelled from school, just like her own daughter.

Dorothy clutched her mother’s hand. “Mommy, I want to go to Azania, too.”

Priscilla, snapping back to her senses, comforted the girl. “Be patient, Dorothy. We’ll go as a family soon.”

“But I want to go with Jonathan and the others.” Dorothy pouted.

Observing the mother and daughter, Cecilia finally realized that Dorothy was no longer in kindergarten.