When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 1162 Elliot Attacked My Grandson

Queenie’s mind jumped to the conclusion that it was Elliot who had harmed her grandson. She turned to Elena, her face twisted with fury. “My dear, who is Elland?”

Cassina, who had been standing nearby, suddenly remembered. She had heard Cassandra mention Elliot in passing before. “Mom, Elliot is Cecilia’s son,” Cavina answered.

Cecilia again!

Queenie turned back to Elena with a glare. “Is this how you treat your guests?”

Elena was caught off guard, her face showing clear surprise. “There must be some sort of misunderstanding” she tried to reason. Elliot had always been frail–there was no way he could have hurt Dylan

“Misunderstanding? Just look at Dylan! His face, his body–do you think I’m imagining those marks?” Queenie’s voice was rising in anger, her eyes flashing with fury. She immediately instructed her assistant to call for a doctor, her focus solely on Dylan’s well–being

Dylan, sensing that the adults had misunderstood the situation, tried to explain. He opened his mouth to clarify, but Queenie cut him off

“Call Elliot over now. He needs to apologize to Dylan,” she demanded, her voice stern. “And let me be clear,” she added coldly, “if you don’t handle this situation, don’t even think about marrying Cassandra into your family, our two families will become enemies

Cassina and her son were Queenie’s entire world. She had no qualms about offending the Rainsworth family if it meant protecting them.

Elena, displeased by Queenie’s harsh words, subtly signaled to a housekeeper. “Go bring Eli and Ceci here.”

Elena didn’t believe Elliot was capable of causing harm, but she knew the situation needed to be clarified.

In her room, Cecilia was resting while Elliot played nearby when a housekeeper rushed in.

“Mrs. Rainsworth, we have a problem,” the housekeeper said urgently. “Mdm. Queenie claims that Mr. Elliot hit her grandson Dylan, and they’re demanding you come with Mr. Elliot to resolve the matter.”

Cecilia frowned, bewildered

When did Elliot ever get into a fight? she wondered. If someone had said Jonathan got into trouble, that would make more sense. But Elliot! He is far too frail for something like this.

“Eli,” Cecilia called softly.

Elliot, who had been absorbed in his game, paused and looked up, his face full of surprise. “When did I ever hit him?” he asked indignantly

That ungrateful brat! I saved him, and now he’s lying about me?

Elliot quickly got to his feet. “Mommy, I didn’t touch him,” he said firmly.

Naturally, Cecilia believed him. “Could there be some kind of misunderstanding?” she asked.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

The housekeeper, growing more frantic, urged them, “Please, come quickly. If we don’t act soon, Mdm. Elena and Mdm.. Queenie might start arguing.”

“All right,” Cecilia agreed. She took Elliot’s hand and hurried toward the meeting room.

Meanwhile, Dylan sat quietly, feeling uneasy. He didn’t want to explain too soon–he wanted to wait for Elliot to arrive so he could clear things up himself.

Deep down, he still hoped Elliot wouldn’t be mad at him anymore. Perhaps, if his granny saw that Elliot saved him, she would reward him generously.

Dylan’s heart sank, and he lowered his head in disappointment.

Queenie, upon spotting Elliot, immediately stormed over to him, recognizing his striking resemblance to Jonathan. “Was it you who laid a hand on my grandson?” she demanded.

Elliot stood his ground, unafraid. “I didn’t lay a hand on him,” he said firmly

Without hesitation, he stepped forward and confronted Dylan. “Why did you lie and say I hit you? I was the one who saved you,” he said, his voice full of frustration.

Dylan, flustered, stuttered as he tried to explain. “G–Granny, Elliot didn’t hit me…”

Cassandra, who had just rushed in after hearing the commotion, took Dylan’s hand protectively. “Dylan, don’t be scared,” she said. “Did he threaten you, telling you not to tell the truth?”