When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 2242

Truth be told, Elliot didn't grasp the proverb either; it just felt right.

Felix's mouth twitched; he wanted to retort, then spotted someone familiar.

"Mom—boo-hoo—" he wailed.

Miranda had arrived to pick him up.

Jonathan and Elliot traded a look and both frowned.

Elliot stuck out his tongue. "Big kid like you still crying for Mommy—tsk, embarrassing."

Felix's face froze; he even forgot how to put on his wounded act.

Miranda, clueless about what had happened, rushed over when she saw the dust on his clothes and smudges on his face.

"Son, what happened? Who hurt you?" she asked, eyes fixed icily on Jonathan and Elliot.

Jonathan met her stare without the slightest flinch.

The chilly depth in those eyes made Miranda's heart jolt; the child was a mirror image of Nathaniel.

Felix wanted to complain, but Elliot's earlier warning clogged his throat.

"N-nobody picked on me," he muttered.

The answer stunned everyone nearby.

Felix, usually first to rat someone out, was suddenly silent. What was up with him today?

Miranda pressed, "Then how did you get this dirty?"

Felix pressed his lips together and murmured, "I just slipped by accident."

Miranda looked at him and knew at once he was lying.

She turned a sharp stare on Jonathan and the others. "Was it you?"

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