<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Chapter 1162 Elliot Attacked My Grandson</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Queenie’s mind jumped to the conclusion that it was Elliot who had harmed her grandson. She turned to Elena, her face twisted with fury. “My dear, who is End?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cassina, who had been standing nearby, suddenly remembered. She had heard Cassandra mention Elliot in passing before. “Mom, Elliot is Cecilia’s son,” Cavina answered.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cecilia again!</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Queenie turned back to Elena with a re. “Is this how you treat your guests?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Elena was caught off guard, her face showing clear surprise. “There must be some sort of misunderstanding” she tried to reason. Elliot had always been frail–there was no way he could have hurt Dn</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Misunderstanding? Just look at Dn! His face, his body–do you think I’m imagining those marks?” Queenie’s voice was rising in anger, her eyes shing with fury. She immediately instructed her assistant to call for a doctor, her focus solely on Dn’s well–being</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Dn, sensing that the adults had misunderstood the situation, tried to exin. He opened his mouth to rify, but Queenie cut him off</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Call Elliot over now. He needs to apologize to Dn,” she demanded, her voice stern. “And let me be clear,” she added coldly, “if you don’t handle this situation, don’t even think about marrying Cassandra into your family, our two families will be enemies</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cassina and her son were Queenie’s entire world. She had no qualms about offending the Rainsworth family if it meant protecting them.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Elena, displeased by Queenie’s harsh words, subtly signaled to a housekeeper. “Go bring Eli and Ceci here.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Elena didn’t believe Elliot was capable of causing harm, but she knew the situation needed to be rified.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">In her room, Cecilia was resting while Elliot yed nearby when a housekeeper rushed in.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Mrs. Rainsworth, we have a problem,” the housekeeper said urgently. “Mdm. Queenie ims that Mr. Elliot hit her grandson Dn, and they’re demanding youe with Mr. Elliot to resolve the matter.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cecilia frowned, bewildered</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">When did Elliot ever get into a fight? she wondered. If someone had said Jonathan got into trouble, that would make more sense. But Elliot! He is far too frail for something like this.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Eli,” Cecilia called softly.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Elliot, who had been absorbed in his game, paused and looked up, his face full of surprise. “When did I ever hit him?” he asked indignantly</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">That ungrateful brat! I saved him, and now he’s lying about me?</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Elliot quickly got to his feet. “Mommy, I didn’t touch him,” he said firmly.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Naturally, Cecilia believed him. “Could there be some kind of misunderstanding?” she asked.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The housekeeper, growing more frantic, urged them, “Please,e quickly. If we don’t act soon, Mdm. Elena and Mdm.. Queenie might start arguing.”</font></font>N?velD(ram)a.?rg owns this content.
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“All right,” Cecilia agreed. She took Elliot’s hand and hurried toward the meeting room.</font></font>
Meanwhile, Dn sat quietly, feeling uneasy. He didn’t want to exin too soon–he wanted to wait for Elliot to arrive so he could clear things up himself.
Deep down, he still hoped Elliot wouldn’t be mad at him anymore. Perhaps, if his granny saw that Elliot saved him, she would reward him generously.
Dn’s heart sank, and he lowered his head in disappointment.
Queenie, upon spotting Elliot, immediately stormed over to him, recognizing his striking resemnce to Jonathan. “Was it you whoid a hand on my grandson?” she demanded.
Elliot stood his ground, unafraid. “I didn’ty a hand on him,” he said firmly
Without hesitation, he stepped forward and confronted Dn. “Why did you lie and say I hit you? I was the one who saved you,” he said, his voice full of frustration.
Dn, flustered, stuttered as he tried to exin. “G–Granny, Elliot didn’t hit me…”
Cassandra, who had just rushed in after hearing themotion, took Dn’s hand protectively. “Dn, don’t be scared,” she said. “Did he threaten you, telling you not to tell the truth?”