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Chapter 1217

    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Chapter 1217 Do I Not Deserve Some Gratitude.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Miranda, still within one of the teams, was seething. Her face was a mix of anger and frustration as she lowered her voice to address the other mothers around her. “What are you all so scared of? Nathaniel’s broke now. He’s not the CEO anymore.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">But her attempt to downy Nathaniel’s influence fell fat. The other mothers weren’t so sure anymore.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">One of them hesitated before speaking. “If he’s got nothing left, then why were those men so terrified of him? They looked like they’d seen a ghost the moment they realized who he was.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Miranda struggled toe up with an answer. She couldn’t figure out how Nathaniel still had this much pull. It made no sense to her.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Forget it, Miranda. You two are family, don’t turn this into a big conflict,” another mother advised quietly.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Yes, friendliness is conducive to business sess,” another chimed in, eager to smooth over the tension.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Sensing the shift in loyalty, the mothers quickly distanced themselves from Miranda, and a approached Cecilia’s group, ready to change their alliances.</font></font>


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    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“If you guys don’t want to split up, let’s team up again, one of them suggested with a forced smile.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Yeah!” another mother quickly added.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Seeing how quickly the other mothers had turned on her, Miranda was furious. She had spent a small fortune earlier that day, buying gifts to curry favor with these people, only for them to drop her at the first sign of trouble.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">They had no shame, but there was nothing she could do about it.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">With the teams now reorganized, Cecilia, a few other mothers, and Nathaniel formed a group to participate in the three–legged race.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Nathaniel, as the father, tied his leg to Jonathan’s for thepetition.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Don’t slow me down,” Jonathan warned seriously, a hint ofpetitiveness in his voice.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">If I was a little older, we wouldn’t have needed his help earlier!</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Unfortunately, he was just a kid.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Watching his son, Nathaniel couldn’t help but smile. “If you want to win, I have a little trick for you.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Jonathan’s brow furrowed. “What trick?”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Nathanielleaned down and whispered, “Hold onto my leg tightly, and I’ll do all the walking. We won’t</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">lose.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Jonathan immediately frowned. “I don</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">want to. Hmph!”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Nathaniel chuckled. He knew his son’s personality was very much like his own–driven and determined.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Jonathan, though young. was mentally and physically strong beyond his years, just like his father. Sure</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The day continued with more games, including some brainteasers, and once again, Nathaniel and Jonathan emerged as the clear winners.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Meredith, watching from the sidelines, couldn’t help but feel impressed. “Cecilia, I really admire you. husband and son are so smart. What a family!” she eximed, a hint of envy in her voice.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cecilia smiled, nodding in agreement.</font></font>


    At the end of the event, Cecilia stood with a bunch of stuffed animals in her arms, smiling at Jonathan. “Jon, I’ll have Mr. Zachary take these home for you.


    Jonathan shook his head. “Mommy, give them to Eli. I don’t care for these things.”


    For him, the purpose ofpeting was to win, and then give the prizes to his mother and younger brother, who were fond of stuffed toys.


    Cecilia blinked, surprised. “You don’t want any of them: They’re so cute!”


    “I don’t. Jonathan said firmly.


    “All right then,” Cecilia said with a chuckle. “I’ll thank you on behalf of Eli.”


    Before Jonathan could react, Cecilia leaned down and kissed him softly on the cheek. Despite his usual serious nature, Jonathan’s face immediately flushed a deep red.


    Nathaniel, watching the interaction, felta pang of jealousy. He cleared his throat, raising an eyebrow “Don’t I deserve some gratitude too?” he teased.
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