When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 698 Playing It Fair

Cecilia stepped out of the car with Jonathan by her side.

A broad smile spread across George’s face. “Sweetie.”

Jonathan ran toward him, calling out, “Great–grandpa.”Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

George pulled out a few trinkets from his pocket, presenting them as if they were precious treasures. “Look, I carved these when I was bored at home. What do you think?”

“Good job, but this

carving without hesit needs more precision. Jonathan pointed out the flaws in the wood

George nodded. “All right, noted.”

“Go ahead inside first, I need to have a few words with your mom.”

“Okay.”

After Jonathan entered the house, Cecilia walked over.

“Old Mr. Sinclair.”

As George gazed at the scars on her face, he couldn’t help but sigh. “Have they been caught?”

Cecilia shook her head. “It seems like he fled to another country.”

“If anyone dares to harm you or Jonathan, no matter where they are, I’ll find a way to track them down.”

George wasn’t just all talk, he had long since arranged for people to look into it.

Knowing it was related to Queenie, he specifically investigated the people around Queenie.

“Thank you, Old Mr. Sinclair.”

“Don’t worry about it. Jonathan’s my direct descendant, so you’re practically my granddaughter. Plus, your grandfather and I were close back in the day.”

Cecilia nodded.

“Grandpa, did you keep me here alone for something important?”

“It’s nothing, really. I’m just here to apologize on Zach’s behalf,” George said, aware of Zachary’s past mistakes, especially mistaking his savior and targeting Cecilia. “That foolish boy of mine can’t even remember who saved his life.”

Cecilia fell adent

She didn’t want to forgive so easily, feeling it would be a disservice to the part of her that had been hurt before.

George could see her dilemma as well. “My dear, I understand that it’s not right for me, as an elder, to ask for your forgiveness. I’m not asking you to forgive Zach either. I just want to let you know that no matter what happens in the future, you can always turn to the Sinclair family and to me. Anything within my power, I’ll certainly do for you. Please, don’t ever hesitate to ask.

After hearing this, Cecilia nodded. “All right.”

After exchanging some pleasantries with George. Cecilia returned home.

Inside Daltonia Villa.

The father and son duo had been waiting for Cecilia in the living room for quite some time.

“Mommy, you’re finally back. I’ve missed you so much. Where have you been today?”

Elliot ran toward Cecilia, clutching onto her thigh.

Cecilia chuckled, patting his head. “I just went to see your brother off. You know he’s heading overseas for a trip, right?”

I see.

Elliot breathed a sigh of relief. He had almost thought that his mother had found another man and was about to abandon his poor father again.

Nathaniel thought the same way.

“Let’s eat,” he said.

“Have you all not eaten yet? If I come back late in the future, just go ahead and eat without waiting for me,” said Cecilia.

Elliot quickly responded, “Mommy, when you’re not here, Dad and I just can’t seem to enjoy our meals, isn’t that right, Dad?”

Nathaniel’s stern face faltered for a moment, awkwardly nodding in agreement.

“Yes.”

The corners of Cecilia’s mouth lifted even higher. She crouched down and gently rubbed Elliot’s hair. “Understood, kiss.”

“Kiss”

Before Cecilia could head into the kitchen to prepare dinner, Elliot held her back. “Mommy, you have to be fair. If you give me a kiss, you have to give Daddy one too.”

“Tub

I are adults, we don’t need…”

Before she could finish her sentence, Nathaniel stepped forward, enveloping her in his arms. He lowered his head, his thin lips gently landing on her forehead.