When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 1161 Unknowingly Saving An Enemy

A sudden wave of responsibility washed over Elliot. Feeling as though he had to step into the role of a big brother, he gave Dylan a reassuring pat on the shoulder, mimicking the tone of an older sibling.

“Good, that’s the spirit of a real man,” he said with a grin. “This minor injury is nothing. You’ll be fine in no time.”

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The housekeeper taking care of Dylan watched from the side, unable to suppress a smile. It was truly unexpected to see side of Elliot–so mature and caring

Mr. Elliot really is adorable. It was thanks to him that the situation had been handled so smoothly.

For the rest of the morning, Dylan followed Elliot around like a shadow. Wherever Elliot went, Dylan trailed behind him, treating him like a leader and hanging on to every word he said. It was clear Dylan admired him.

After some time, Elliot suddenly remembered to ask about Dylan’s background. “So, what’s your connection to the Rainsworth family?” he asked.

Dylan thought for a moment before replying, “I came here with my granny,” he explained, though his response was somewhat clumsy.

“Who’s your granny?”

Dylan scratched his head, searching for the right words. “I’ve only heard people call her Mdm. Queenie.”

Mdm. Queenie?

Elliot’s mind immediately connected the dots. He recalled his brother mentioning something about Cassandra’s mother- this very woman who had once sent people to kidnap his brother,Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Wait a minute, I saved the grandson of our family’s enemy? If I had known earlier, I should’ve let Felix beat him up more!

Noticing Elliot’s sudden change in mood, Dylan looked puzzled “What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice small.

“Nothing.” Elliot replied, his tone shifting to one of detachment. “It’s getting late. I need to head back. I can’t hang around with you anymore.”

He stood up abruptly and started walking away, heading back to his residence.

Dylan, sensing that something was off, quickly followed behind him. “Elliot, wait! Let’s hang out a little longer!”

“Can I go back with you?” he asked, clearly not wanting to part ways just yet. Dylan had a hard time finding a friend who was not only good–looking but also treated him kindly. He couldn’t hear the thought of Elliot leaving so soon.

Elliot stopped in his tracks and turned to face Dylan. “You should go back to your granny,” he said coldly.

“Elliot, are you mad at me?” Dylan asked, confusion in his eyes. Everything had been fine just a moment ago–why had Elliot’s mood changed so suddenly?

Elliot’s expression remained distant. “Get lost. I don’t want to see you anymore.”

Instantly, Dylan froze in place, his face falling. He didn’t dare follow Elliot any further.

The housekeepers who had been watching from a distance exchanged bewildered looks. What just happened? Mr. Elliot was so friendly moments ago.

Dylan, overwhelmed with sadness, turned to the housekeeper. “Can you take me home? I don’t want to stay here anymore.”

“Of course,” the housekeeper agreed, noticing the late hour. She took Dylan by the hand and prepared to leave.

Once Dylan returned home, despite his room being filled with all sorts of toys, his mood remained gloomy. He sat there quietly, lost in thought, wondering why Elliot had gotten upset so suddenly,

When Cassina returned, she noticed something was off right away.

Hearing his mother’s voice, Dylan quickly got up from his chair and ran over to her. “Mommy,” he called softly.

As Dylan approached, Cassina’s gaze fell on the red mark on his face and the dirt stains on his clothes. Upon closer inspection, she even noticed footprints on his outfit.

“Dylan, what happened to you? How did your clothes get so dirty? And your face–did someone hit you?” she exclaimed, growing alarmed.

Without waiting for a response, Cassina grabbed Dylan and rushed to find Queenie. “Mom, something happened to Dylan!” Cassina called out as she entered the room.

Queenie, who had been in the middle of discussing Cassandra and Nicholas‘ marriage arrangements with Elena, immediately stood up when she heard her daughter’s panicked voice, She hurried over to Dylan, her face filled with concern

Queenie’s eyes scanned Dylan’s injuries, and her expression darkened. “Who did this?” she asked, her voice trembling with anger.

Dylan sniffled and clung to his granny. “Granny, can you help me find Elliot?”