<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Chapter 1282 The Mysterious Sven</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">After entering. Sven made his way toward Lucille and her group.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Charlotte was busy cutting fruit, too shy to lift her head</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Lucille, on the other hand, was quite at case, casually suggesting, “Sven, why don’t you join us for dinner today?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Sven shook his head.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“I came see Cecilia.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">He cast a nce at Charlotte.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Charlotte continued to lower her head, not raising it to speak.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Lucille pointed toward the kitchen, “Ceci is in the kitchen. You should go right ahead.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Alright. Thank you.”</font></font>All rights ? N?velDrama.Org.
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">With that, Sven briskly walked toward the kitchen.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cecelia was busy cooking. Due to her hearing impairment, she was oblivious to Sven’s arrival.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Upon seeing Sven, Elliot was filled with admiration. “Mr. Sven, you’re here. I’ve already mastered what you taught mest time. When will you teach me a new move?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Upon hearing Elliot’s voice, Nathaniel turned to look.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Sven stood tall, radiating an icy aura.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">He didn’t look at Nathaniel. Instead, he lowered his head and said to Elliot, “Once you’ve fully recovered, we’ll start learning new techniques.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Alright.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Elliot nodded repeatedly.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Nathaniel approached, greeting, “Hello.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Only then did Sven turn to look at him, extending his hand in a polite handshake.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“I’m looking for Cecilia.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Darling,” Nathaniel called out, turning to look at Cecilia who was busy cooking.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">His voice was quite loud, seemingly making sure everyone heard him.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">At first, Cecilia was taken aback. When she regained her senses, she gave Nathaniel a curious look. “What did you call me?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Nathaniel fell silent, fearing her reprimand. He then exined, “Sven is here to see you.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Alright,” Nathaniel agreed solemnly.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Wiping her hands, Cecilia followed Sven out.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">What she didn’t realize was that behind her, Nathaniel was asionally ncing in her direction. He was so distracted that he didn’t even notice when the food in the pan was burnt.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Elliot couldn’t help but remind him, “Sc*mbag daddy, the food’s burning.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">It took a moment for Nathaniel to snap back to reality. He immediately added salt and then took the pan off the heat.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Is there anything else to be cooked?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Elliot stared at the dark green vegetables he had just served, a sigh involuntarily escaping from within him. He couldn’t help but wonder how on earth his father had managed through the years.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Sc*mbag daddy, don’t you want to know what Mommy and Mr. Sven are talking about?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">He knew that on the surface, Nathaniel appeared nonchnt, but deep down, thetter’s curiosity was killing him.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Nathaniel looked down at him. “Hmm, do you have a solution?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“All I need to do is eavesdrop, isn’t it? Just wait and see!”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Elliot took a step to leave, but when he reached the doorway, he paused.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Hey sc*mbag daddy, remember how good I am to you today. When you grow old, don’t forget to include me in your will, so I can inherit your wealth, okay?”</font></font>
Nathaniel couldn’t help but chuckle. “Of course.”
Both Elliot and Jon were his children, so naturally, the inheritance was theirs.
Even then, he still couldn’t believe that they were already eyeing his inheritance at such a young age..
Only then did Elliot set off happily.
When Cecelia and Sven stepped outside, she asked him what was going on.
Sven’s expression was serious. “I’ve found Pa’s caregiver from back then. She’s also Cassina’s adoptive mother, Bailey Moore.”
Cecilia immediately asked, “Where is she now?”
Sven did not respond. Instead, he pulled out his phone to show her.
Cecilia took the phone, looking at the photo disyed on it. It was indeed Bailey.
The photo merely depicted Bailey lying in a hospital bed, hooked up to various medical devices, her eyes tightly shut.
“What happened to her? Where did you find her?” Cecilia could hardly believe it.
Thest time we met, Bailey seas perfectly fine. How did she end up like that?