When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 1166 Apologize To My Mommy

Elliot’s words left the adults feeling awkward. Queenie hadn’t expected such wisdom from someone so young.

Cecilia, on the other hand, was used to it. Elliot had a particular fondness for TV dramas and often quoted lines from them. When he was younger, he would follow Martha to catch up on the latest episodes. Now, he did the same with Lucille and Charlotte.

Dylan, seeing that Elliot wasn’t willing to forgive him, started crying again. Tears rolled down his cheeks, and he looked pitiful.

Cassina, feeling her heart ache for her son, said softly, “lot, please forgive him. Dylan tried to explain earlier, but he young and doesn’t quite understand.”

Queenie added, “Indeed. As long as you forgive Dylan, I’ll agree to any one of your conditions, no matter what it is.”

A spark of interest lit up in Elliot’s eyes. “Really? You’ll agree to whatever I ask?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Queenie, thinking that a child’s request couldn’t be too outrageous, nodded confidently. “Of course. Tell me what you want.”

Elliot tilted his head, his expression serious. “I feel like you disrespected my mommy. I want you to apologize to her.”

The adults were momentarily taken aback by his request. Elliot may have been young, but he was protective of his mother, He couldn’t do much for her, but if he had the chance to stand up for her, he wouldn’t hesitate.

Queenie hesitated, her gaze drifting toward Cecilia Apologizing to a child was one thing, but apologizing to Cecilia was quite another. Her daughters had a history with Cecilia, and she herself wasn’t fond of her. Offering an apology without good reason was no small matter.

Cecilia was equally surprised. She hadn’t expected Elliot to make such a bold demand. Meanwhile, Queenie remained silent, clearly conflicted.Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Elliot, seeing her hesitation, scoffed. “It seems your promises are empty. You claim to be a big boss, but you’re just a liar. Forget it don’t bother asking me to play with your grandson again.”

He turned to leave, his tone dripping with disdain.

For the first time in her life, Queenie was at a loss, being scolded by a child. Though frustrated, she realized that her grandson’s happiness was more important than her pride.

“Granny…”

As Dylan tugged on her hand, Queenie’s heart softened.

She sighed deeply. “I’m sorry, Ms. Smith. I didn’t show you the respect you deserved earlier. Let’s put this behind us and move forward.”

Elliot, hearing the apology, stopped in his tracks.

Cecilia, though surprised, smiled and replied calmly, “Mdm. Queenie, I appreciate your apology, though I won’t accept it. However, my son’s condition was clear–he will forgive Dylan and you all, provided you apologize. I trust that he will keep his word. Isn’t that right, Eli?”

Elliot turned around, his expression softening. “Of course, I always keep my promises.”

Walking up to Dylan, Elliot wiped his tears away. “All right, stop crying. Let’s go play together.”

Dylan’s sadness quickly vanished, replaced by a smile. “Okay!”

With that, the two boys went off to play, their previous conflict already forgotten.

Outside, Queenie and Cassina watched the children with a sense of relief. Though there had been tension, they were glad to see the kids playing happily together. After all, the grievances between adults didn’t need to carry over to the children.

In the nursery, Dylan was always there to help Elliot, ready to provide whatever was needed. Noticing his efforts, Elliot

“How come you’re related to the old witch? Elliot asked, unable to hold back after watching Queenie and the others leave.

Dylan scratched his head and replied, “She’s not my biological granny.”

“You have another granny?” Elliot asked, intrigued.

Dylan nodded. “Yeah, my real granny is amazing. She used to take care of the elderly and kids in the hospital.”

Elliot’s words left the adults feeling awkward. Queenie hadn’t expected such wisdom from someone so young.

Cecilia, on the other hand, was used to it. Elliot had a particular fondness for TV dramas and often quoted lines from them. When he was younger, he would follow Martha to catch up on the latest episodes. Now, he did the same with Lucille and Charlotte.

Dylan, seeing that Elliot wasn’t willing to forgive him, started crying again. Tears rolled down his cheeks, and he looked pitiful.

Cassina, feeling her heart ache for her son, said softly, “lot, please forgive him. Dylan tried to explain earlier, but he young and doesn’t quite understand.”

Queenie added, “Indeed. As long as you forgive Dylan, I’ll agree to any one of your conditions, no matter what it is.”

A spark of interest lit up in Elliot’s eyes. “Really? You’ll agree to whatever I ask?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Queenie, thinking that a child’s request couldn’t be too outrageous, nodded confidently. “Of course. Tell me what you want.”

Elliot tilted his head, his expression serious. “I feel like you disrespected my mommy. I want you to apologize to her.”

The adults were momentarily taken aback by his request. Elliot may have been young, but he was protective of his mother, He couldn’t do much for her, but if he had the chance to stand up for her, he wouldn’t hesitate.

Queenie hesitated, her gaze drifting toward Cecilia Apologizing to a child was one thing, but apologizing to Cecilia was quite another. Her daughters had a history with Cecilia, and she herself wasn’t fond of her. Offering an apology without good reason was no small matter.

Cecilia was equally surprised. She hadn’t expected Elliot to make such a bold demand. Meanwhile, Queenie remained silent, clearly conflicted.

Elliot, seeing her hesitation, scoffed. “It seems your promises are empty. You claim to be a big boss, but you’re just a liar. Forget it don’t bother asking me to play with your grandson again.”

He turned to leave, his tone dripping with disdain.

For the first time in her life, Queenie was at a loss, being scolded by a child. Though frustrated, she realized that her grandson’s happiness was more important than her pride.

“Granny…”

As Dylan tugged on her hand, Queenie’s heart softened.

She sighed deeply. “I’m sorry, Ms. Smith. I didn’t show you the respect you deserved earlier. Let’s put this behind us and move forward.”

Elliot, hearing the apology, stopped in his tracks.

Cecilia, though surprised, smiled and replied calmly, “Mdm. Queenie, I appreciate your apology, though I won’t accept it. However, my son’s condition was clear–he will forgive Dylan and you all, provided you apologize. I trust that he will keep his word. Isn’t that right, Eli?”

Elliot turned around, his expression softening. “Of course, I always keep my promises.”

Walking up to Dylan, Elliot wiped his tears away. “All right, stop crying. Let’s go play together.”

Dylan’s sadness quickly vanished, replaced by a smile. “Okay!”

With that, the two boys went off to play, their previous conflict already forgotten.

Outside, Queenie and Cassina watched the children with a sense of relief. Though there had been tension, they were glad to see the kids playing happily together. After all, the grievances between adults didn’t need to carry over to the children.

In the nursery, Dylan was always there to help Elliot, ready to provide whatever was needed. Noticing his efforts, Elliot

“How come you’re related to the old witch? Elliot asked, unable to hold back after watching Queenie and the others leave.

Dylan scratched his head and replied, “She’s not my biological granny.”

“You have another granny?” Elliot asked, intrigued.

Dylan nodded. “Yeah, my real granny is amazing. She used to take care of the elderly and kids in the hospital.”