When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him Novel

Chapter 67



Chapter 67 Eager To Stay

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He rubbed his groggy eyes from sleep, then proceeded to open the bedroom door and step out.

“Good morning, Mommy, Ms. Kennedy!”

“Hey, little troublemaker, good morning,” Vivian said.

Cecilia was in the kitchen, having prepared breakfast.

“Hurry up and get ready, you two; it’s time for breakfast. Jon, Vivian has found a preschool for you. We’ll register for admission today.”

Originally, it was supposed to be the summer vacation at this time.

However, the international preschool that Vivian introduced operated year–round without breaks.

With Jonathan studying at school, Cecilia wouldn’t need to worry about him being alone during the day.

Moreover, at his age, it was necessary for him to interact more with other children.

“All right,” Jonathan obediently responded.

Inside the bathroom, Vivian couldn’t help but tease Jonathan, who was standing on a small stool, diligently brushing his teeth in front of the mirror.

“Jonathan, why are you so obedient? Why didn’t you ask more about the school before agreeing to go?”

Vivian didn’t believe that the young lad wasn’t scared at all, venturing into unfamiliar places and meeting new friends.

Even if there wasn’t fear, shouldn’t there at least have been some excitement or some other kind of emotion?

To her surprise, after Jonathan finished freshening up, he casually wiped his mouth with a small handkerchief and replied, “Kids are meant to go to school. Even if I don’t agree, I’d still have to attend.”

Vivian was lost for words. This guy doesn’t act like a child at all. He’s not cute at all!

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Chapter 67 Eager To Stay

After having breakfast, the driver chauffeured the trio to the preschool

With Vivian’s assistance, Jonathan’s enrollment process was swiftly completed, allowing him to start school that very day.

Mommy, Ms. Kennedy, you guys go ahead with your work. I will pay attention in class,” the little boy assured them.

Upon hearing this, Vivian pointed toward a classroom not far away, where a young boy with buzz cut was seated. “That’s my nephew, Dante Kennedy. I’ve already spoken to him about ensuring your safety. If you ever get bullied by other kids, go find him.”

Jonathan’s beautiful eyes sparkled. “All right then.

After hearing about this preschool that morning, Jonathan took the opportunity while Cecilia and Vivian were tidying up to look into it.

He discovered that one of the students, named Felix Rainsworth, was the great–grandson of the Rainsworth family’s patriarch and the grandson of Nathaniel’s eldest uncle.

In other words, he was the son of Nathaniel’s cousin!

Rumors said that he was very intelligent and was currently greatly adored by the Rainsworth family.

Reflecting on the information he had uncovered, Jonathan recalled how his mother had been relentlessly bullied and targeted by Nathaniel’s cousin and his wife when she was part of the Rainsworth family.

He was rather curious to see what kind of intelligent child a woman like that could produce.

Cecilia was oblivious to her son’s intentions. In her eyes, her son had always been an innocuous and kind–hearted young man.

Back when she was abroad, she had enrolled her son in a local preschool for the sake of her job.

Jonathan was exceptionally sensible, a trait that made him particularly endearing to both his teachers and peers.

After bidding her son goodbye, Cecilia confidently left him in the classroom and departed with Vivian.

“Ceci, did you notice how Jon seemed like he really wanted to stay here?”

For a fleeting moment, Vivian had sensed that Jonathan was up to something. Yet, she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

Cecilia simply shrugged it off. “Yeah, Jonathan h friends.”

“That’s all I needed to hear,” said Vivian, looping worrying about what would happen if he was bu care of my nephew instead.“”


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