When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 1217 Do I Not Deserve Some Gratitude.

Miranda, still within one of the teams, was seething. Her face was a mix of anger and frustration as she lowered her voice to address the other mothers around her. “What are you all so scared of? Nathaniel’s broke now. He’s not the CEO anymore.”

But her attempt to downplay Nathaniel’s influence fell fat. The other mothers weren’t so sure anymore.

One of them hesitated before speaking. “If he’s got nothing left, then why were those men so terrified of him? They looked like they’d seen a ghost the moment they realized who he was.

Miranda struggled to come up with an answer. She couldn’t figure out how Nathaniel still had this much pull. It made no sense to her.

“Forget it, Miranda. You two are family, don’t turn this into a big conflict,” another mother advised quietly.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

“Yes, friendliness is conducive to business success,” another chimed in, eager to smooth over the tension.

Sensing the shift in loyalty, the mothers quickly distanced themselves from Miranda, and a approached Cecilia’s group, ready to change their alliances.

few even

“If you guys don’t want to split up, let’s team up again, one of them suggested with a forced smile.

“Yeah!” another mother quickly added.

Seeing how quickly the other mothers had turned on her, Miranda was furious. She had spent a small fortune earlier that day, buying gifts to curry favor with these people, only for them to drop her at the first sign of trouble.

They had no shame, but there was nothing she could do about it.

With the teams now reorganized, Cecilia, a few other mothers, and Nathaniel formed a group to participate in the three–legged race.

Nathaniel, as the father, tied his leg to Jonathan’s for the competition.

“Don’t slow me down,” Jonathan warned seriously, a hint of competitiveness in his voice.

If I was a little older, we wouldn’t have needed his help earlier!

Unfortunately, he was just a kid.

Watching his son, Nathaniel couldn’t help but smile. “If you want to win, I have a little trick for you.”

Jonathan’s brow furrowed. “What trick?”

Nathanielleaned down and whispered, “Hold onto my leg tightly, and I’ll do all the walking. We won’t

lose.

Jonathan immediately frowned. “I don

want to. Hmph!”

Nathaniel chuckled. He knew his son’s personality was very much like his own–driven and determined.

Jonathan, though young. was mentally and physically strong beyond his years, just like his father. Sure

The day continued with more games, including some brainteasers, and once again, Nathaniel and Jonathan emerged as the clear winners.

Meredith, watching from the sidelines, couldn’t help but feel impressed. “Cecilia, I really admire you. husband and son are so smart. What a family!” she exclaimed, a hint of envy in her voice.

Cecilia smiled, nodding in agreement.

At the end of the event, Cecilia stood with a bunch of stuffed animals in her arms, smiling at Jonathan. “Jon, I’ll have Mr. Zachary take these home for you.

Jonathan shook his head. “Mommy, give them to Eli. I don’t care for these things.”

For him, the purpose of competing was to win, and then give the prizes to his mother and younger brother, who were fond of stuffed toys.

Cecilia blinked, surprised. “You don’t want any of them: They’re so cute!”

“I don’t. Jonathan said firmly.

“All right then,” Cecilia said with a chuckle. “I’ll thank you on behalf of Eli.”

Before Jonathan could react, Cecilia leaned down and kissed him softly on the cheek. Despite his usual serious nature, Jonathan’s face immediately flushed a deep red.

Nathaniel, watching the interaction, felta pang of jealousy. He cleared his throat, raising an eyebrow “Don’t I deserve some gratitude too?” he teased.