When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 1560

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When Her “Death” Couldn’t Break Him 

Chapter 1560 Ruining My Own Face 

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Just as Nathaniel’s kiss was about to land on her lips, an untimely noise echoed from the 

entrance. 

“Sc*mbag Daddy, Mommy… it’s time for breakfast.” As Elliot approached, he saw his parents in a close embrace. 

He immediately covered his eyes. 

Once Cecilia regained her senses, she took several steps back, wishing the ground could swallow her whole. 

Elliot blurted out, “Sc*mbag Daddy, Mommy, are you guys really planning on giving me two more brothers, just like Grandma said? Can I have a sister this time? I really have too many brothers.” 

He yearned for a younger sister, longing to play the role of a protective older brother. 

Have a sister? 

Thinking about those moments made Cecilia’s face burn with embarrassment. 

Nathaniel, with an expression of deep resentment, approached Elliot, then led him downstairs. 

“Can you 

be more observant next time?” 

Elliot rolled his eyes. “Seriously, shouldn’t you be reminding yourself of this? How could you have possibly won Mommy over without my help time and again?” 

The logic behind these words left Nathaniel momentarily speechless. 

“All right, but you also need to be careful in the future,” he said in a low voice. 

“Sure, don’t worry. Next time you two want to share a kiss, I’ll definitely keep my distance 

Elliot’s voice was quite loud when he said that. 

Cecilia heard everything from behind. 

Just moments ago, she had assumed that Elliot was completely clueless. However, she was taken aback to realize how precocious he was. 

Cecilia lowered her head even more. 

Ever since Cecilia visited the Jamieson residence, Queenie would occasionally send messages to her. 

Chapter 1560 Ruining My Own Face 

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Inorder to keep Cecilia from being annoyed with her, Queenie did all sorts of favors for Ceci Corporation. 

Caliste chuckled. “Mdm. Queenie, if you continue like this, we’ll be running at a loss.” 

“What’s the big deal? As long as it makes Ceci happy, taking a slight loss doesn’t matter at all,” Queenie said, completely unperturbed by such trivial matters. 

Caliste also nodded in agreement. “I hope Ms. Cecilia can return to your side soon and understand the helplessness you once felt.” 

Queenie sighed. “I hope so too. By the way, have you found the team of plastic surgery specialists I asked you to look for?” 

Every time she saw the scar on Cecilia’s face, she felt a deep sense of guilt, wishing fervently that the wound had been on her own face instead. 

Caliste nodded. “We’ve made contact. They can come over at any time. Removing the scar on Ms. Cecilia’s face is a straightforward procedure. They assure us there won’t be any trace left.” 

“That’s good. I’ll ask Ceci when she’s free.” 

“Sure.” 

After much thought, Queenie finally wrote a message to Cecilia: Ceci, when are you free? Would it be possible for you to visit me? I’ve arranged for a renowned team of plastic surgeons who can treat the injuries on your face. 

She was deeply afraid that Cecilia would ignore her. 

Cecilia was somewhat vexed upon seeing another text message from Queenie.