When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 1144 He Bit Me

“Ah!” The sharp pain finally hit Cassandra, making her cry out in agony, “Ouch, you little brat! How dare you bite me!”

In a fit of rage, she raised her hand, fully intending to strike Elliot.

Cecilia, watching this unfold, would never let anyone lay a hand on his son. He immediately stepped forward, grabbing Cassandra’s arm to stop her. Neither of them had the advantage, as both women were pregnant, and the tension only heightened the struggle.

Elliot, meanwhile, was still fiercely biting down on Cassandra’s arm, his grip unyielding. Blood filled his mouth, but his eyes were cold, showing none of his usual sweet charm

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Upstairs, Elena had just begun to change her clothes when the piercing scream from below reached her ears. She hurried downstairs, arriving just in time to see the mess–Cecilia and Cassandra locked in a physical confrontation, and Elliot still clamped down on Cassandra’s arm like a vice.

“What’s going on here?” Elena’s sharp voice cut through the tension.

At the sound of her voice, Elliot finally let go, exhaling a sigh of relief. Both women froze in place, the hostility between them momentarily paused.

Cassandra, however, was clearly worse off. Her arm was a bloody mess, and the bite marks showed just how hard Elliot had sunk his teeth into her flesh.

Elena rushed over, concern etched on her face. But before Cassandra could launch into a tirade, Elliot was the first to speak his eyes brimming with tears. “Grandma Elena, she said my dad turned into a fool! She called him an idiot!”

His quick accusation left Cassandra flustered, unable to react as fast as she would’ve liked.

Elena’s gaze shifted to Cassandra, her eyes narrowing. There was an unmistakable sharpness in her expression. “Cassandra, is this really how you, as his aunt, talk to Elliot?”

Cassandra, refusing to take the blame without defending herself, immediately showed off the wound on her arm. “Mom, look at this! He bit me! He’s out of control!”

Cecilia, standing by her son’s side, wasn’t about to let Cassandra twist the situation in her favor. “Cassandra, if you hadn’t spoken so poorly of his father in front of him, why would he have reacted like that?”

With a smug sneer, Cassandra shot back, “What did I say that wasn’t true? Nathaniel is mentally deficient. He’s a fool, and everyone knows it. I wasn’t wrong!” She winced, clutching her throbbing arm, but continued, “But you–what kind of child are you raising? He bites at the first sign of trouble! Honestly, I’m the victim here. If this were someone else, they would’ve put an end to his behavior a long time ago!”

Elena silently endured Cassandra’s complaints, her patience wearing thin as Cassandra continued to push her luck. Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore.

“Enough!” Elena’s voice was stern, her authority unquestionable. “One is my son, and the other is my grandson Who are you to meddle in this family’s affairs? If you look down on our Rainsworth family so much, then go tell Nicholas–this wedding is oll

Cassandra’s arrogance faltered at Elena’s words. She knew full well that if the wedding was called off, it would cause a huge fallout with the Jamieson family. That was a risk no one wanted to take.

Her tone softened instantly. “Mom, I didn’t mean it like that. I was only speaking the truth. And besides, I’m carrying a Rainsworth baby too. You can’t be so biased”

At that moment, Nicholas, who had just arrived, overheard the tail end of the argument. He stepped inside, his voice rising to catch everyone’s attention.

“Cassandra, stop using the baby as an excuse to make things difficult for Mom” Nicholas said sternly.

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Once outside, she wasted no time in showing him the bite mark on her arm. “Nicholas, I’m not being unreasonable, but look at this! Elliot was ruthless. He bit me so hard, and he’s just a child”

Nicholas glanced at her, his expression unreadable, his eyes cold. “Cassandra,” he said calmly, “do you remember what I told you? I don’t like troublemakers. We’re about to get married–can you please avoid causing unnecessary complications?”

Cassandra’s defiance crumbled under his steady ga