<strong>Chapter 138 Stop Wasting Your Efforts</strong>


    Nathaniel’s face darkened considerably as he promptly let go of Elliot.


    Wasn’t this child too timid?


    “Mister, please don’t hit me! I didn’t do it on purpose… I’m scared…”


    Upon hearing the child’s cries from within the room, the nannies outside initially assumed that their employer had done something to him.


    The nanny who had taken care of Elliot earlier even risked being fired and boldly swung the door open.


    “Mr. Rainsworth, the boy is still so young, so you shouldn’t hit him!”


    After she entered, only then did she notice the yellow stains on Nathaniel’s white shirt…


    Realizing what it was, the nanny averted her gaze in embarrassment.


    Elliot


    ntinued to pester the silent Nathaniel, “Mister, are you mad at me? Why aren’t : speaking? When will you let me see Mommy?”


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    Nathaniel wore a somber expression, gently setting the boy back onto the bed before swiftly heading toward the bathroom.


    Inside the bathroom, he scrubbed himself over and over again. The thought of that annoying brat’s face made him wish he could give Elliot a good smack on the backside.


    How could such a gentle person like Cecilia have given birth to such a monster?


    An hourter, Nathaniel emerged again,pletely refreshed and smelling wonderful.


    The nanny cautiously approached him. “Mr. Rainsworth, Eli has stopped crying. He also asked. me to apologize to you on his behalf, saying he’s sorry. He also promised to behave from now on and hopes you won’t kill him as he still wants to see his parents.”


    After the nanny had said all this, she was left feeling startled.


    So, Eli isn’t Mr. Rainsworth’s son or rtive. And what’s up with him pleading with Mr. Rainsworth not to kill him? It feels like I know something I shouldn’t. Will I be silenced?


    Nathaniel was also somewhat stunned.


    Kill him? No wonder that little rascal was scared out of his wits. It turns out he misunderstood my intentions…


    “Understood.”


    He certainly didn’t have time to bicker with a child.


    Before leaving, he reminded the nanny to take good care of Elliot.


    The nanny let out a sigh of relief, but she was still puzzled by the words that Elliot had said.


    Inside the room, Elliot listened to the sound of Nathaniel’s car driving away, feeling incredibly satisfied.


    After he and his brother were born, their mother had to deal with their idents countless times. Was Nathaniel really unable to handle even one time?


    Hmph, next time that se mbag daddyes over, he’s in for a real reckoning.


    With these thoughts in mind, Elliot didn’t want to leave so quickly.


    It wasn’t like he could have surgery at the moment anyway. During this period, he would take the opportunity to rest and recuperate, enjoying the benefits provided by his biological father – be it food or clothes. He would also dly mess with Nathaniel.


    Nathaniel sat in the car, his thoughts lingering on how he had recently been urinated on. Without realizing it, he pinched the bridge of his nose.


    He asked the bodyguard, “Where is Cecilia now?”


    “She’s still at Daltonia Vi,” the bodyguard replied.


    Nathaniel took another deep sniff of himself, making sure there was nothing amiss before he finally closed his eyes.


    The vehicle cruised leisurely, and after a little over an hour, it came to a halt in front of Daltonia Vi.


    Nathaniel stepped out of the car and headed straight home. He hadn’t been walking long before he heard the sound of a piano ying from inside.


    He followed the sound, and through the ss window, he saw Cecilia, sitting at the piano in the music room, ying a tune he had never heard before.


    The woman’s long hair cascaded over her shoulders as her slender fingers danced across the ck and white piano keys, a sight that was particrly captivating.


    Due to her hearing impairment, there were times when Cecilia had to rely on cing her foot on the flo


    to grasp the rhythm.


    Her hearing had improved now. During her earlier years abroad, her musical scores were often filled with errors, requiring her to listen and make corrections repeatedly.


    There was no space within thepany for her to lose herself inposing music, and that was when she remembered that Daltonia Vi had a music room.Copyright by N?v/elDrama.Org.


    She often enjoyed using this music room when she first married Nathaniel and moved in.