<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Chapter 918 Return To The Rainsworth Manor</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">After changing into appropriate clothing, Nathaniel, Cecilia, and Elliot then headed toward the Rainsworth Manor.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The Rainsworth Manor was exceptionally lively that day.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">In wealthy households, there was never ack of poprity.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Even Jessica, who hadn’t fully recovered, made her way there to keep Nielpany.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Elena and Cassandra were busy greeting their guests when Queenie arrived. Some of the attendees recognized Queenie and upon learning that Cassandra was pregnant, they each took turns to convey their sentiments to Elena.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Mdm. Elena, Cassandra is already pregnant. When will she and Nichs get married?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Exactly, have a date been set yet?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Once everything is set, let us know so we can prepare their wedding gifts in advance.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Listening to everyone pressuring her about Nichs‘ marriage, Elena couldn’t help but fret.</font></font>Belonging ? N?velDram/a.Org.
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She had also discussed it with her son, but Nichs kept assuring her that he had everything under control, telling her not to worry. Thus, she didn’t press the matter further.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“It really depends on Cassandra and Nichs. Whenever they decide to have their wedding, that’s when it will happen,” Elena replied.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Everyone’s gaze was drawn to the bashfully blushing Cassandra.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cassandra waspletely open about it. “We’re already picking out our wedding dress. We’ll be married before long.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">As soon as she spoke these words, everyone began to offer their congrattions.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">When Nichs returned, he heard about Cassandra’s remarks from his subordinates. He didn’t say anything, but his expression had darkened.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Isn’t Cassandra indirectly rushing me to get married?</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Jocelyn had also noticed it but still advised Nichs, “Mr. Nichs, Ms. Evans is carrying your child after all. It’s better for the child if you marry her sooner rather thanter.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Nichs looked at her, his usual gentleness nowhere to be found.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Jocelyn, don’t meddle in my personal affairs in the future.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">He rarely scolded Jocelyn in such a cold tone. Jocelyn lowered her head, not daring to speak further.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Nichs softened his voice again. “You should know I don’t like her.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Jocelyn simply nodded.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cassandra because of Queenie.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The banquet was in full swing.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Meanwhile, not long after Nichs returned, Nathaniel also arrived.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">As soon as Nathaniel arrived, all eyes were drawn to him.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Jessica also turned her gaze toward Nathaniel.</font></font>
Niel watched as Nathaniel and his family approached, he couldn’t help but snap, “Nathaniel, you’re bing more and more thoughtless.” Niel was already aware of the incident that urred the day before. He had learned from Jessica that the child Cecilia was carrying was not sired by Nathaniel. “Come with me to the study.” He knew that he shouldn’t air his family’s dirtyundry in public. Just as Niel was about to leave, Jessica immediately stopped him and softly said, “Old Mr. Rainsworth, you mustn’t tell Nathaniel that it was me who said it.” Niel gently patted her hand, assuring, “Don’t worry.” Nathaniel softly instructed Cecilia and Elliot to wait, then followed Mason to meet with Niel. Cecilia watched as Niel’s man led Nathaniel to the study.
She took Elliot’s hand and casually found a deserted spot to sit.
Oddly enough, perhaps due to the branchpany’s bankruptcy and the debt they were left with, Nathaniel’s cousin, Adrian, and his wife, Miranda, didn’t show up. Only Felix was sitting alone in the corner.
Felix had noticed Elliot quite a while ago.
His resentment toward Elliot remained intense even then.
He felt that if it hadn’t been for Elliot, he wouldn’t have been neglected, and his parents wouldn’t have frequently argued.
Felix knew that Elliot and Jonathan were not the same. Elliot was sickly.
He clenched his fist, resolute in his decision to teach Elliot a lessonter.