<strong>Chapter 80 Strikingly Simr</strong>


    Jonathan withdrew his gaze, unconcerned.


    “Oh.”


    Felix thought he didn’t believe him. “Let’s head to the hall for now. Just wait and see, I’ll prove it to you.”


    “Okay, let’s go.


    At that moment, the hall designated for entertaining guests was still being prepared..


    As Niel’s daughter–inw, Elena was there to keep an eye on the situation.


    “This is Old Mr. Rainsworth’s birthday party. Keep an eye on every corner. She was carefully trimming a flower arrangement as she instructed the butler, “Also let me know if you spot any decent prominent youngdies.”


    About four years had passed, but Ste still hadn’t been able to conceive a child with Nathaniel.


    She had no choice but toe up with a backup n.


    “Will do.”


    The butler respectfully took his leave.


    Upon reaching the doorway, he happened to spot the two kids.


    “Mr. Felix,” he greeted.


    Felix gave him a wave.


    The butler, sensing the situation, tactfully excused himself.


    Elena never had much fondness for the grandnephew of hers. Every time she faced him, it was nothing more than putting on a show for the public eye.


    After all, he wasn’t her grandson.


    She nced over impatiently, about to tell him to go y somewhere else when suddenly her gaze froze.


    Elena found herself transfixed by the delicate and refined boy standing next to Felix. Just one nce from afar had left herpletely stunned in ce.


    How can that child bear such a striking resemnce to Nathaniel when he was young?


    Snapping back to reality, she quickly summoned a housekeeper.


    “Bring Felix and the child next to him here.”


    “Yes,”


    Elena casually tossed aside the fresh flowers she hadn’t yet ced in the vase.


    Jonathan came without wearing a mask, little did he expect that the first person he would encounter that day would be his grandmother.


    The person who once bullied his mother.


    The housekeeper led the two kids over.


    Felix introduced to Jonathan, “This is Uncle Nathaniel’s mother, Grandma Elena.”


    “Okay.”


    Elena’s gaze never once left Jonathan’s figure as the two children approached.


    It’s uncanny how simr they are. He looks strikingly simr to Nathaniel when he was younger as if carved from the same mold.


    Jonathan, keen as he was, noticed her gaze and was confused. Has she recognized me?


    “Hello, Grandma Elena,” Felix greeted obediently.


    “Right.” Elena nodded nonchntly.


    Jonathan followed suit and greeted politely, “Hello, Grandma Elena.”


    Jonathan calling Elena grandma in his babyish voice had Elena’s icy heart melt in an instant.


    She bent down and gave all her attention to Jonathan. He doesn’t just look like Nathaniel. I even feel close to him.


    “Child, what’s your name? Where do you live, and how old are you?” Her voice was exceptionally gentle.


    Her attitude was aplete hundred eightypared to her cold demeanor toward Felix earlier.


    Such a gentle and affable Elena made Jonathan feel dubious.


    Based on my research, Grandma was rumored to be an irondy, cold and heartless in her youth, but why does she seem different in person?


    “I’m Jonathan Smith. I live in Hillscester, and I’m almost 4 years old.”


    Not wanting to cause trouble for his mother, Jonathan gave Elena a rough location.


    “Jonathan Smith… Elena looked at him, her voice tinged with embarrassment as she asked, “Is Smith your father’sst name?”


    Fearful of revealing his identity, Jonathan nodded.Exclusive ? material by N?(/v)elDrama.Org.


    Elena was clearly disappointed, but she still didn’t give up. “Then, who is your mother?” she asked.


    An unusual glint flickered past Jonathan’s bright and clear eyes.


    I see that she has noticed something.