<strong>Chapter 103 Do You Really Not Love Us</strong>
Elliot pouted, continuing to provoke Nathaniel. “Mister, did you kidnap me for money? I’ll have you know, my daddy is anything but short of money. He loves me the most. You got it right by kidnapping me.”
Nathaniel was rendered speechless.
“Your daddy is so rich and powerful, yet he couldn’t protect you from getting kidnapped by me?”
Elliot choked up.
He hadn’t expected that Nathaniel would be so good at talking back.
It seems like he’s notpletely ipetent.
Elliot didn’t respond. Instead, he suddenly clutched his stomach, his brows furrowed tightly.
Nathaniel sensed something was off with him. “What’s wrong?”
“My stomach hurts.” Elliot’s voice was feeble.
Fortunately, Nathaniel had brought along his personal doctor when he came.
He summoned the doctor to this car to do a check–up on Elliot.
However, when the doctor arrived, he couldn’t find. any issues.
“Mr. Rainsworth, I’ve thoroughly examined this young boy’s abdomen. There doesn’t seem to be any problem.”
Elliot clutched his stomach, rolling around on the bed.
“It hurts so much. I feel like I’m going to die… Boohoo…”
The doctor was at a loss for words.
Nathaniel looked at Elliot, whose face was ghastly white it didn’t seem like he was pretending to be sick.
“Is it because there isn’t any medical equipment here, so you can’t figure out the issue?”
“That’s possible,” the doctor cautiously replied.
Nathaniel’s eyes were filled with a chilling intensity.
“Didn’t you say there’s no problem with him? Why are you saying that there’s a possibility now. that I ask you again?”
At this moment, Elliot stepped in to defuse the situation.
“Mister, don’t me him. I often have stomachaches. Daddy always presses his warm face against my tummy, and I won’t feel any pain anymore. How about you rest your face on my tummy, too?”
Nathaniel fell silent.
What kind of treatment is that? Pressing one’s warm face against his tummy?
There was unmistakable disdain in his eyes.
Tears welled up in Elliot’s eyes. “Mister, you wouldn’t want me to die of pain, would you?”
Nathaniel turned to the doctor. “Bring over some warm water.”
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The doctor hurriedly fetched a bottle filled with hot water, intending to use it as a warmpress to soothe Elliot’s stomach.
However, Elliot refused.
“My daddy always uses his face to do it. What is that you’re holding? Keep it away from me. I don’t want it.”
“Boohoo… I’m going to die… Daddy, what do I do without you…”
Inside the luxury car, the sound of the boy’s loud sobs filled the air.
Reluctantly, Nathaniel rested his hand on Elliot’s stomach.
“Is this okay?”
Elliot was relentless, sobbing, “My daddy only uses his face…”
Nathaniel was losing his patience. “If you keep crying, I’ll throw you out of the car right now. You could end up dead.”
Elliot immediately fell silent.
Jerk! Is it even appropriate to use such harsh words when talking to a child? This se*mbag daddy of ours really has not a shred of patience.
Elliot was torn. On one hand, he was afraid that he might really be thrown out of the car. On the other hand, he was too weak, unable to endure any more turmoil..
Before long, he fell asleep once again.
Nathaniel sat beside him. Observing closely, he noticed a certain resemnce between the boy and Cecilia.
Cecilia is so quiet. How did she give birth to a son who loves to cry and cause a fuss so much?
Those thoughts upied Nathaniel’s mind, yet there wasn’t a hint of displeasure on his face. He rested his hand on the boy’s tummy without leaving its position.
In a state of semi–consciousness, Elliot opened his eyes once again, finding himself on a private jet.
He gazed at therge, warm hand still resting on his stomach, feeling somewhat bewildered, silently questioning, Do you really not love us?