<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Chapter 1298 Not In The Mood For Mercy</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The man, who had been full of bravado moments earlier, suddenly fell silent, his arrogance gone. His wife, who had already been irritated with him, saw this as the perfect moment to twist the knife.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Did you hear that?” she asked bitterly. “That’s what a responsible man looks like. The CEO of a majorpany is here with his wife for a check–up. What about you?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The man, now thoroughly embarrassed, lowered his head, hiding from his phone.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Meanwhile, outside the hospital, Cecilia found the whole situation amusing. Who would’ve thought Nathaniel would be mistaken for a toy boy?</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">As they got into the car, she gave him a teasing look. With that face, he does have the potential to be a toy boy.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Nathaniel’s expression darkened slightly. “Do I really look like someone who lives off others?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Ceciliaughed softly. “Of course not.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Then why did youugh just now?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Throughout his life, there were few who had ever dared to suggest that Nathaniel was a freeloader, and it clearly rubbed him the wrong way.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cecilia pressed her lips together, trying to stop herself fromughing again. “Is this better?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Nathaniel rxed, his stern features softening as he nced over at her. “Never mind. You should smile more–it suits you.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">It had been so long since he’d seen her this lighthearted, and he wasn’t about to spoil the moment. Cecilia’s smile, however, quickly faded as she leaned her head on his shoulder.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“I’m not in the mood to smile anymore,” she said, closing her eyes.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Nathaniel gently pulled her closer, and she didn’t resist. She settledfortably against him, dozing off for a brief nap as they drove.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">When they arrived at thepany, Nathaniel was ready to follow her inside, but Cecilia stopped him firmly.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Reluctantly, Nathaniel stayed behind, watching as she made her way into the office alone, Inside, Charlotte and the others quickly gathered around her, curious and concerned.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“I’m fine,” Cecilia reassured them. “I just fainted because of a little oxygen deprivation. Nothing serious.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Charlotte frowned in confusion. “Why would there suddenly be ack of oxygen?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cecilia’s face flushed. How could she possibly exin what had actually happened?</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">After a brief, awkward silence, Lucille stepped forward, offering a usible exnation. “Maybe the office is too stuffy? Poor air cirction could cause that.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Grateful for the save, Cecilia quickly nodded. “Right. That’s probably it.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">it doesn’t happen again,” Charlotte said, taking the initiative.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cecilia found it hard to refuse, so she smiled and nodded. “Thanks, I appreciate that.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Charlotte immediately arranged for someone to handle it.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">With most of Evans Group’s business handled, Cecilia felt it was time to head home and rest.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">While Cecilia was resting, Ralph and Cassandra were facing their own troubles.</font></font>
Cassandra, pale but defiant, tried to maintain herposure. “Mason, you know who backs me, right? Even Nathaniel has to give some respect to my mother Queenie. What do you think you’re doing. cornering my father and me like this?”
Several hours had passed since they were cornered, yet Mason showed no sign of letting them go. At Cassandra’s words, Mason let out a coldugh.
“If it weren’t for Queenie, and the fact that you’re carrying a Rainsworth child, you’d both be dead by now.”
Cassandra’s bravado faltered, and she nced at Ralph, unsure of what to say next.Content is ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.
Ralph, tugging at her sleeve, muttered, “Enough, Cassandra.”
Cassandra bit her lip, falling silent as she slumped down in a state of despair.
Mason, growing tired of the charade, gave his orders. “Drag this old fool out. Just make sure he doesn’t die.”
Ralph, already bruised from a previous beating, panicked. “Please, spare me!” he begged. “I realize I made a mistake. I beg you, just let me go!”
But Mason wasn’t in the mood for mercy. As the bodyguards advanced, Ralph clung desperately to Cassandra. “Cassandra, please, help me! I’m too old to endure this.”
Seeing the scene unfold, Cassandra snapped, “Release my father immediately. That’s an order!”
Even now, she’s still giving orders?
Mason couldn’t help butugh.
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