When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 47 Just A Kid

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Cecilia had no desire to provoke this man, who was unable to distinguish right from wrong and repaid kindness with enmity.

“Apologies, I fell ill a few years back and have lost memory of many people and events.”

Having said that, Cecilia turned around and headed back to Ninth Ville.

Zachary, with his towering stature, froze on the spot.

She doesn’t remember?

Zachary watched her receding figure, finding it hard to let go for a long while.

Meanwhile, his bodyguards were witnessing for the first time, the young master in such a distracted state. No one dared to approach him.

When Cecilia returned to the mansion, she collapsed onto the couch in exhaustion. What she didn’t know was that at that very moment, in Erihal Airport, her best friend, Vivian, had already purchased a plane ticket in advance and would arrive in Tudela that night.

Meanwhile, Jonathan had also managed to purchase a ticket for the same flight online. Without drawing attention, he blended in with the other passengers and discreetly boarded the plane.

At seven in the evening, as soon as Vivian got off the plane, she called Cecilia.

She hadn’t noticed yet, but trailing behind her was a little boy, no taller than a suitcase, clad in sportswear and masked under a cap.

The boy was dragging a suitcase that was even bigger than himself.

Despite the curious gazes from others, Vivian remained completely oblivious.

There were quite a few voices of criticism within the crowd.

“How could a mother let her child drag such a large suitcase?”

“The post–nineties generation nowadays truly leaves one speechless.”

“This kind of person simply doesn’t deserve to be a mother!”

Vivian found it peculiar as to why everyone was giving her weird looks.

It wasn’t until the earnest yet tender voice of Jonathan echoed that she realized something serious had happened.

“Mommy,” he cautioned, “you shouldn’t be on your phone while walking. It’s important to stay safe.”

What?

Vivian was puzzled. Since when did she have a son?

She turned around to see Jonathan dragging a huge suitcase, wearing a mask and a hat. His eyes, bright as obsidian, radiated innocence–almost enough to make her stomp her foot in frustration.

She felt a strong urge to curse, but what could she do?

If Cecilia found out her son had secretly followed her, she would surely go mad.

The crowd at the airport was oblivious. Upon hearing the little boy’s words, they were instantly filled with a blend of heartache and affection.

“What a darling and sensible child.”

“If only he were my son.”

“It’s a shame to have such an irresponsible mother.”

Vivian was rendered speechless.

She wanted to spill some tears, yet none came.

Jonathan spoke up considerately for Vivian. “Don’t blame my mom. She’s been working hard to provide for our family all by herself.”

Once these words were spoken, the crowd cast sympathetic and pitiful glances.

“She’s a single mother, how unfortunate.”

Vivian’s face darkened. She held Jonathan up with one hand, while her other hand dragged his suitcase, swiftly making her way through the crowd.

Jonathan didn’t forget to show his concern for her as he stayed in her arms.

“Ms. Kennedy, aren’t you tired? I can walk by myself.”

Finally, Vivian led him to a less crowded area. After setting him down, she was left breathless.

“W–When did you start following me? Does Ceci know you came?”

Unlike Vivian’s panic, Jonathan was remarkably composed. He looked at her with his large eyes. and said, “Ms. Kennedy, girls need to be careful when they’re out and about. I’ve been following you all this way and you didn’t even notice me. It shows that your safety awareness needs. improvement.”

Vivian pinched the chubby cheeks of Jonathan through his mask with her slender fingers.

“My darling, answer my question,” she demanded.

Jonathan’s eyes curved in amusement. “What do you think?”

Vivian knew it then, this young fellow was not really a gentleman, but rather a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

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Jonathan continued to gaze at her with his sparkling eyes. “Are you asking me? Keep in mind, I’m just a three–year–old kid who hasn’t even turned four yet.”