When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 1160 Overhearing The Commotion

Upon looking over. Elliot sighed deeply as he realized that once again, Felix was causing trouble. “What a nuisance,” he muttered under his breath. From a distance, he could see Felix bullying a much frailer boy.

Knowing that things would only escalate if left unchecked, Elliot ended the livestream and made his way over to the scene. “Felix, what are you doing?”

Felix flinched at the sound of Elliot’s voice. The nanny, already on edge, felt her heart sink. She knew how strained things were between Felix and Elliot. If they started fighting, the situation would spiral out of control.

To her surprise, Felix let go of Dylan, albeit reluctantly. “Didn’t you see? I was going to hit him again,” he said, trying to maintain his tough demeanor. “This crybaby was glaring at me earlier.”

Felix, now aware of Elliot’s status as Jonathan’s younger brother, knew better than to mistreat him, but he still wanted to save face.

Elliot stepped closer, his voice calm yet firm. “Are you out of your mind? Just because he glanced at you, you want to beat him up? Is that how it works now?”

Felix blinked, taken aback. “Can’t I just punch him?”

“You could, but you’d be unreasonable,” Elliot replied coolly. “How do you even know he was glaring at you? Maybe that’s just the way his eyes are.”

Upon hearing his words, Felix scratched his head, unsure. “How would I know?”

Seeing Elliot take his side, Dylan looked up at him with gratitude.

He was struck by how much more handsome Elliot was compared to Felix. Elliot’s pale skin and dark, obsidian–like eyes gave him an almost princely aura. To Dylan, he looked like the hero he had been waiting for.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Dylan stepped behind Elliot, as though seeking protection. “Please help me,” he pleaded softly. “Tll tell my granny about this. She’ll definitely be grateful to you.”

Elliot glanced at him, offering a small smile. “Don’t worry,” he said gently. “I won’t stand by and do nothing”

He turned back to Felix. “You’re picking on someone weaker than you, Felix, You wouldn’t want me to tell Jon about this, would you?”

At the mention of Jonathan, Felix’s bravado crumbled. “Fine,” he grumbled. “Just make sure I don’t see him again.”

Pointing at Dylan, Felix stomped off toward the house, seething.

The two nannies breathed a sigh of relief, grateful for Elliot’s intervention. Without him, this simple quarrel could have easily escalated.

As Felix disappeared, Dylan’s admiration for Elliot grew even stronger. “Thank you,” Dylan said, his voice soft with awe. “What’s your name?”

“Just call me Elliot.” Elliot replied nonchalantly.

Dylan smiled. “Then you can call me Dylan.”

“Okay, Dylan.”

As Elliot turned to leave, Dylan grabbed his arm. “Elliot, will you stay and play with me?” he asked, his voice filled with hope. He was still shaken and afraid of running into another bully.

Elliot, realizing how bored he had been, nodded. “Sure. Let’s go.”

Dylan beamed with excitement, nodding enthusiastically. Just before they walked off, Elliot asked, “By the way, are you okay? Felix hit you pretty hard.”

Dylan glanced down at himself. There was some dust on his clothes and a few red marks on his skin, but nothing serious.

After all, Felix was just a kid. His punches couldn’t have been that hard.

“That’s good,” Elliot said, sounding every bit like an old soul. “But if you start feeling unwell, go see a doctor.”

Dylan was touched by Elliot’s maturity and kindness. “Thank you, Elliot. You’re so kind. I’ll be fine without seeing a doctor.”