Chapter 949


    Romello was baffled.


    “Who?”


    “I–It’s Mr. Nathaniel Nicholls. H–He’s standing at the door right now, alive!”


    The more he listened, the more puzzled he was.


    Romello attempted to rise, but the soreness in his arms and legs forcefully pulled him back into his


    seat.


    Enduring the pain, he ordered, “Let him in.”


    When everyone in the dining room saw Nathaniel, they were all astonished.


    Gabrielle’s eyes welled up with tears, the most excited of them all.


    “Nathaniel, is that really you? You’re not dead?”


    Nathaniel’s deep blue eyes twinkled with a faint smile, replying, “I’ve been lucky enough


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    to survive.”


    Then, he turned to Romello and Marius, greeting them, “Romello, Marius.”


    Marius nodded awkwardly, while Romello remainedposed and indifferent.


    He stirred his soup, and the porcin spoon clinked against the bowl as he sternly questioned, “If


    you’ve been alive all this while, why haven’t you sent a single message. home this past year? Do you


    still consider yourself a part of the Nicholls family?”


    Nathaniel obediently lowered his head, his tone apologetic.


    “I’m sorry. I had to hide for the past year just to stay alive. I’m sorry for making you all


    worry.”


    Romello felt much better, saying, “Forget it. It’s good that you’re back. Have you eaten dinner?”


    “Not yet.”


    Romello nced at the servant beside them and ordered, “Get him a set of utensils.”


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    “No need,” Nathaniel declined. He stared at Romello and added, “Romello, I have something to discuss


    with you privately, if you don’t mind.”


    Romello met his gaze, sensing something unusual in his


    eyes.


    However, Romello was exhausted and sore all over these past few days, unable to get up.


    After some consideration, he nced at Marius and Gabrielle, who were both looking glum and did not


    have much appetite.


    “What’s with those expressions? No appetite? Then return to your rooms and don’t bother me here.”


    “Yes, Romello,” Marius and Gabriell replied in unison, quickly rising from their seats and leaving the


    dining room.


    They did not want to spend another second there!


    Romello also dismissed the servants and the butler.


    The vast dining


    room was left with only Nathaniel and Romello in just a minute.


    Nathaniel walked around the long dining table and approached the space next to Romello’s chair,


    wisely choosing to stand rather than sit down.


    Romello was pleased with his maturity, and his expression softened gradually.


    “Tell me,


    what happened?”


    Nathaniel maintained a cold demeanor, speaking calmly and steadily as he recounted the


    events.


    “A year ago, Elliot caused a scene at Nana’s and my wedding, bringing an international pursuit order


    and forcing Nana to shoot me.”


    Romello impatiently tapped the table, urging, “I know about that. I want to know how you escaped


    Elliot.”


    “It was Nana’s mercy. Her bullet missed my heart, but Elliot thought I was dead. He simply had me


    thrown onto a nearby mountain, hoping wild dogs and wolves would devour


    my remains.”


    Romello smirked. “Sounds like something Elliot would do.”


    Nathaniel kept his gaze lowered, showing no emotional fluctuations as he continued, Perhaps it was


    luck, but I was rescued by a hunter. Later, my mom brought Nana to the


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    international court, and Elliot sent people to search for my body on the mountain.


    “I fled Laubabwe overnight and spent the past year wandering in several illiterate countries, hiding my


    name and identity, teaching in rural areas just to survive,”


    Romello listened quietly, feeling satisfied with Nathaniel’s experiences.


    He sighed as if concerned, saying, “What a pity. With your good looks, skills, and knowledge, I truly feel


    sorry for you to be harmed like this by Elliot.”