When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 188 Do You Hate Me Too

Elena assumed that Nathaniel had brought the child home and never disclosed it to anyone else due to the fact that the mother might be someone unpresentable to the public.

Nathaniel felt somewhat helpless.

Is she still willing to acknowledge the child if it isn’t mine?

“Don’t concern yourself with this matter.”

Once he finished speaking, he promptly hung up the phone.

Ill at ease still, Nathaniel couldn’t help but flip through his phone’s photo gallery.

Inside his hidden album, there were three photos.

One was Cecilia’s medical report after she got pregnant. Another was a picture of Elliot. The last one was a photo capturing the silhouette of a young, innocent girl.

His attention lingered on the photo of Elliot as he studied it intently.

Is he really Calvin’s son?

He was somewhat skeptical, yet he didn’t dare to get someone to verify it.

Once it was confirmed that he had no relation to the child, all his hopes would be extinguished.

Thus, it was better not to verify it at all.

Nathaniel hung up the phone, unaware that Elena had already been overwhelmed with joy on the other end.

“No matter what, I must find out where that child is!”

After ending the call, Elena instructed her personal secretary to investigate.

No matter how many people in her network she needed, she was determined to find that child.

The reason she yearned for a grandson was not solely to ensure there was someone to carry on Nathaniel’s legacy.

She did it primarily to reassure the elders of the Rainsworth family that there was nothing wrong with her genes.

Decades ago, she gave birth to a set of twins. However, her younger son was diagnosed with a genetic disorder right after his birth. Upon learning about the situation, her mother–in–law gave her a hard time.

Later on, after Nathaniel took over the Rainsworth family, the elders of the Rainsworth family started treating her a bit better.

However, everyone kept talking about Nathaniel not having a child. They speculated that there might be some health issues preventing him from having one.

Proud as Elena was, there was no way she could admit to having a genetic issue, let alone share her

agony with Nathaniel.

After returning from the hospital, Cecilia noticed the living room light was still on. As she pushed open the door and stepped in, she saw Nathaniel, dressed in casual clothes, sitting on the couch under the soft lighting, engrossed in a book.

Seeing her return, he didn’t even lift his head, continuing to flip through his book. However, his thoughts had long since wandered off elsewhere.

Cecilia gradually made her way to him.

“I’m back. I saw the flowers outside. They’re really beautiful.”

She had seen the flowers in the morning, but she only mentioned it now, simply to flatter him.

Nathaniel gently closed the book in his hands, slightly lifting his head. He faced Cecilia as he acknowledged her words with a hum.

His voice was magnetic, yet his eyes were filled with complex emotions.

Cecilia noticed something was off with him, yet she couldn’t pinpoint what was wrong.

“On my way back, I came across a pretty decent Japriumian restaurant and got you something.” She placed the bag containing the Japriumian food on the coffee table.

Nathaniel typically wouldn’t indulge in supper, but she was willing to give it a try, not letting any opportunity pass her by.

Just as expected, he pushed the food away. “I don’t want to eat.”

Nathaniel’s voice was deep and indifferent, as if something was bothering him.

Only he himself knew why he as behaving that way.

It was due to the phone call from his mother, informing him that Cecilia had a child with someone else.

“Alright then, I’ll go freshen up and rest first.” As Cecilia turned to head upstairs, she felt her wrist. being gripped.-

She halted in her tracks, turning to look at Nathaniel with a perplexed expression. She listened as he posed his question, each word articulated clearly.

“Did my child really die the moment it was born?”

For the first time, Cecilia saw pain etched on Nathaniel’s face.Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Do you hate me too?”