When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 185 Grandma Elena

People around were pointing and gossiping about Zachary

His face was unusually distressed, leaving him with no choice but to get in the car first.

At that moment, Jonathan was hiding in a secluded spot in the classroom, from where he could observe what was happening with Zachary.

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Zachary is so meticulous that he even managed to find the preschool.

Jonathan was unaware that Zachary had considered him as his own son. Instead, he believed that Zachary was there for revenge.

For a moment, he didn’t know what to do. After all, one could only avoid the inevitable for so long.

As he was deep in thought, his phone rang. It was a call from Vivian.

Immediately, Jonathan answered the call. “Ms. Kennedy.”

“Hey, rascal, where are you? I’m at the school entrance, but I can’t see you.” Vivian was standing at the preschool gate, looking around.

Jonathan noticed her as soon as she arrived. The bodyguards who had been looking for him, all bearing unfriendly expressions, had already left.

He immediately dashed out.

“I’m here.”

Vivian looked at him, somewhat puzzled. “Why weren’t you waiting for me at the school gate?”

“Ms. Kennedy, that man from last time came again…” Jonathan looked at her pitifully, hist directed toward the luxury car not far away. gaze

Inside the luxury car, a frown creased Zachary’s brow. He immediately instructed the driver, “Drive.”

This was a school zone, teeming with children, so the driver dared not press the gas pedal. Just as the car started, a woman with an innocent look and a bit of baby fat, strutting in her high heels, stormed over.

Vivian’s hand landed firmly on the car window, anxiously awaiting Zachary inside the car.

“Mr. Zachary, what exactly are you trying to do?”

Zachary was momentarily at a loss for words as he observed her visibly upset demeanor.

“Can you, as an adult, really feel good about yourself for picking on a child?” Vivian warned him, “If I catch you bothering my son again, you’ll find yourself behind bars.”

As soon as she finished speaking, without waiting for Zachary’s reply, she turned around and led Jonathan away.

Jonathan glanced back at Zachary’s car, a smirk playing on his lips. It seemed as if he had discovered Zachary’s Achilles‘ heel.

Inside the luxury car, it felt as though the temperature had dropped a few degrees.

Harassment? Jail?

He looked at his son, baffled. How had he ended up accused of harassment? And even facing jail time?

Zachary’s handsome face alternated between shades of pale and flush.

“Why aren’t you driving!” he snapped.

The driver promptly started the car.

When Vivian was leading Jonathan toward her car, two figures stood not far from them–one was Elena, and the other was her secretary.

Ever since she had laid eyes on Jonathan, whenever she had free time, Elena would use Felix as an excuse to come see Jonathan.

Surprisingly, Elena saw Jonathan’s mother that day and couldn’t help but approach her to strike up a conversation.

“Are you Jon’s mother?” Elena asked, striding forward in her high heels.

She was already over fifty years old, but she had taken such good care of herself that she appeared to be in her thirties.

Vivian hadn’t expected that as soon as she sent Zachary away, another troublemaker would show up.

In the past, Elena hadn’t exactly been kind to Cecilia.

Hence, Vivian didn’t show Elena a friendly face. “And what if I am?”

Elena’s face stiffened.

Her secretary was about to step forward to berate Vivian, but she stopped her.

Elena flashed a gentle smile.

This smile left Vivian somewhat baffled sight of Elena a few times. However, she had never seen her smile. Could it be that today, she was actually smiling at her?

“Jon is just too adorable. I wanted to ask if it’s possible for him to accompany Felix on a visit to the Rainsworth residence for a few days?”

Elena was truly smitten with Jonathan, so much so that she lowered her pride for him.

She had assumed Vivian would readily agree, but to her surprise, Vivian scoffed. “No way. I won’t let my son go to an unfamiliar place. What if he encounters someone with ill intentions?”

After she finished speaking, she turned her gaze toward Jonathan, giving him a meaningful glance.

Jonathan was the epitome of grace. “Goodbye, Grandma Elena.”