<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Chapter 849 Yet To Freshen Up</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">After hearing these words, Nathaniel couldn’t help but respond in a cold voice, “They are my sons. Of course, I can be patient with them, and of course, I will treat them well.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Only then did Cecilia feel at ease and went to look for Jonathan and Elliot.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">That night, everyone had retreated to their rooms for some rest. Elliot clung to Nathaniel’s thigh, pleading, “Sc*mbag Daddy, you can’t go anywhere tonight. Can’t the four of us sleep together, please?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">As soon as he finished speaking, everyone around him turned to look.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Before Nathaniel could respond, Jonathan spoke in a frosty tone, “Elliot, are you still a child?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Mr. Eric has already set up rooms for us, we’ll be sleeping together.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">For some reason, upon hearing Jonathan refer to Elliot as a kid, Vivian couldn’t help but chuckle. “Jon, you’re the same age as your brother, you know.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Jonathan gave her a white eye.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">At that, Vivian found Jonathan increasingly less endearing.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Tears welled up in Elliot’s eyes. “I want to sleep with mom and dad. You’re a grown–up, Jon. You should sleep alone.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Jonathan was infuriated.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Come over here.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“I’m not going over there.” Elliot held onto Nathaniel even tighter. “Sc*mbag Daddy, you’ve got to help me. My brother’s going to hit me.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Even as a child, Nathaniel was as mature as Jonathan, never one to act coy or indulge in such behavior.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">He was supposed to despise boys like Elliot who acted coy. But for some reason, he found himself picking up Elliot, saying, “Let’s go, I’ll sleep with you.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Okay.” Elliot’s eyes lit up at that.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Jonathan was at a loss for words.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Seeing the situation, all Cecilia could do was to brace herself and follow along.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Silently, Eric watched as the group departed, his expression unchanging. He then arranged for other amodations.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Now there were two extra rooms, allowing both Mason and Zachary to have a room each.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">It was just that Mason had a thick skin; after staying in his room for only a short while, he knocked on Lucille’s door.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The family of four, headed by Nathaniel, lived just next door to them.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Upon seeing that the entire family was staying in one room, the owner had an additional bed moved in for them.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Elliot and Jonathan shared a bed, with Cecilia lying next to them.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">As for Nathaniel, naturally, he slept in the adjacent bed.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Elliot held his hand tightly, urging him to squeeze in together.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Sc*mbag Daddy, let’s just make do for now. It’s warmer when we huddle together.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Nathaniel was seated at the very edge, letting him hold his hand.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Elliot took his hand and didn’t forget to take Cecilia’s hand as well. He ced their hands together and murmured before he drifted off to sleep. “You two must always stay together, forever and ever.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">When Nathaniel brushed against Cecilia’s hand, he couldn’t pinpoint why, but it felt peculiar.</font></font>
Jonathan furrowed her brows. “Quiet down, it’s time to sleep.”
Elliot had no choice but to shut up.Text ? by N0ve/lDrama.Org.
Before long, Elliot and Jonathan had fallen asleep on the bed, drifting into their dreams.
The hands that had been clutching both Nathaniel’s and Cecilia’s gradually rxed their grip. Noting their state, Cecilia carefully tucked them in with a nket before heading off to freshen up.
She recalled how hurtful Nathaniel’s words had been just a few days ago, and his mention of divorce. She didn’t want to assist him.
Nathaniel sat quietly in the room, listening to the steady rhythm of the children’s breathing. When he heard Cecilia return from the washroom, he couldn’t help but call out, “Cecilia.”
“Hush, keep your voice down, what’s up?”
Nathaniel lowered his voice. “I haven’t freshened up yet?
He was blind and in an unfamiliar ce.
After hearing what was said, Cecilia intentionally responded, “Then you should go wash up, but try to move around quietly.”
Nathaniel furrowed his brows. “You know I can’t see.”