When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him Novel

Chapter 102 Who Is Your Daddy

“Given that you chose to be a celebrity, you should be aware of the amount of gossip and rumors. You’d have to face,” Nathaniel said, his voice frosty.

Upon hearing those words, Stella couldn’t help but feel disappointed. Nathaniel is just like a stone, completely heartless.

“Nathaniel, could you stay and keep me company, please? I’m begging you,” she pleaded.

She didn’t expect Nathaniel to expose her directly, saying, “I’m aware my mom wants you to have my child. Don’t entertain this idea.”

Stella was taken aback.

He continued, “Knowing your place is better than anything else.”

Having said that, he quickly walked away.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

Stella watched his retreating figure, puzzled. She couldn’t understand why he was this type of man. His father fools around everywhere. Yet, he manages to remain unswayed by temptation. Elena desperately wants a grandson, but I have no opportunity to conceive.

Stella called for a doctor to treat the injury on her hand.

After leaving Polaris Condominium, Nathaniel dialed Mason’s number. “Well?” he asked.

Mason replied, “The arrangements have already been made, and some unconventional methods. have been utilized. They should be able to bring the child back without you having to go there!”

“What do you mean by ‘should?” Nathaniel asked, clearly displeased.

Mason cautiously spoke. “Calvin seems to be on guard. Recently, more people have been around the local hospital than usual. Dealing with those individuals might take some time, and during this period, they can’t guarantee that Calvin won’t notice.”

After hearing everything, Nathaniel fell into deep thought for a moment. “Arrange a private jet to Erihal immediately,” he instructed. “I’ll personally go and pick him up.”

“Understood.”

After hanging up the phone, Nathaniel drove straight to the airport. Had it not been for Stella’s sudden self–harm, I would’ve been on a plane by now. Bringing the child back would eliminate any reason for Cecilia to leave, and Mother would stop pressuring me for a grandchild.

Late at night, four bodyguards stood guard outside the VIP ward of a hospital in Erihal.

They patrolled back and forth, ensuring no strangers approached Elliot’s ward.

Before they could even react, a group of well–trained bodyguards swooped in, swiftly muffling their screams and knocking them out before dragging their unconscious bodies away.

The series of actions only took one minute.

The hospital’s surveillance had been destroyed, and by the time the lights flickered back on, Nathaniel already had someone carry the boy on the bed away.

In a black presidential limousine, Nathaniel observed the boy lying on the bed, struggling with sleep and occasionally furrowing their brow.

He lifted his hand, resting it on the boy’s forehead.

Just then. Elliot gradually opened his eyes. His obsidian–like pupils were strikingly identical to those of Nathaniel.

Upon seeing the man, Elliot didn’t exhibit a shred of panic. Instead, he glanced around, only then realizing that he had been sleeping in the car. Without a doubt, I’ve been kidnapped by sc*mbag daddy.

Yet he didn’t show it, opting to stare at Nathaniel with a perplexed expression.

“Mister, where are you taking me? Elliot asked softly.

Mister? A flicker of displeasure passed through Nathaniel’s eyes. “We’re going back to the country.” he replied, seeing no issue in sharing this information with a four–year–old child.

Elliot blinked, his eyelashes fluttering, a clear sign of grogginess from sleep. “Mister, please take me back quickly. Otherwise, my daddy will get upset,” he said.

“Daddy?” Nathaniel stared at Elliot’s pale face, his voice deep as he asked, “Who is your daddy?”

A sly twinkle flashed in Elliot’s eyes. “Mister, don’t you know? My daddy is the most powerful. man around here. His name is Calvin Reese.”

Nathaniel’s expression instantly darkened.