When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 1165 The World Does Not Revolve Around You

Felix, known for his arrogance, had never experienced being physically disciplined by an adult. Tears welled up in his eyes as he cried out in shock, “Ah, she hit me, Mount She hit me!”

Queenie, far from done, delivered a few more sharp slaps. Miranda stood off to the side, her heart torn. She knew if she stepped in to defend her son, the situation would escalate. Right now, it was a minor issue, but if she interfered, it could easily blow out of proportion.

After being beaten into tears, Felix finally grasped the harsh reality that the world didn’t revolve around him. For the first time, he understood that there were people much stronger than him, people even his parents feared,

He wasn’t invincible, and neither were they.

When Cecilia returned home, she overheard the housekeepers gossiping about Felix. Apparently, Felix had been thoroughly reprimanded, reduced to crying and apologizing to Dylan through sobs.

Word had it that even Niel had rushed back upon hearing Felix had hit the Jamieson family’s grandson. Yet, not a single word of defense for Felix had come from his mouth.

The situation left Cecilia pensive. She realized that, in the grand scheme of things, power and influence mattered more than anything else.

If only I was as powerful as Queenie, no one would dare mess with Elliot or Jonathan.

Later, when Elena returned, she couldn’t help but admire Queenie’s approach. “Queenie really knows how to handle things. She dealt with Felix harshly. In the future, we need to make sure Elliot doesn’t get into any conflict with Dylan,” Elena remarked, her voice full of respect.

Cecilia nodded in agreement, curious about how Queenie had risen to such a formidable position. “Got it,” she replied, her thoughts wandering.

Soon after, a doctor came to examine Dylan. Thankfully, apart from a few superficial injuries, nothing serious was found. Both Cassina and Queenie let out a collective sigh of relief.

“That’s a relief. Dylan, if anyone ever hits you again, make sure to tell me right away,” Queenie said, her voice filled with protective warmth.

Dylan nodded. “Okay, he murmured, his eyes still searching for someone. “Where’s Elliot?”

Queenie, noticing the concern in Dylan’s voice, asked, “He must’ve went home. Why? Is something wrong?”

Dylan hesitated before speaking, his lips curling into a small pout. “I wanted to hang out with Elliot, but I think he’s still mad at me.”

Hearing that, Queenie felt a wave of guilt wash over her. Elliot was still a child, and not only had he saved Dylan, but she had wrongfully accused him without knowing the full story. “Elliot seems like a good kid. If you want to play with him, go find him, Queenie suggested, trying to make amends.

Dylan shook his head. “No, I don’t think he wants to play with me anymore,” he said, his voice filled with disappointment.

Queenie sighed, feeling helpless. She turned to Cassina for advice. “What do children usually like? Perhaps we should buy him something as an apology.”

Cassina pondered for a moment. “Kids like toys; maybe that would work.”

But Queenie shook her head. “The Rainsworth family lacks nothing.” After giving it some thought, she decided, “Let’s go over and apologize to Elliot once again.”

I made a mistake, and an apology to a child is the least we can do.

“All right.”

When Queenie and her group arrived at Cecilia’s residence, Cecilia was immediately on alert, fearing they had come to cause more trouble. She stood protectively in front of Elliot.

“What brings you here, Mdm. Queenie?” Cecilia asked, her voice cool..

Seeing Cecilia’s defensive stance, Queenie quickly reassured her, “We’re here to apologize to Elliot. I wrongfully accused him. earlier without knowing the full story. He didn’t deserve that, and I’ve come to make things right.

Cecilia visibly relaxed at Queenie’s sincere tone. Dylan stepped forward, eyes filled with guilt. “Elliot, I’m sorry,” Dylan said, his voice small.

Elliot, arms crossed, remained unmoved. He wasn’t one to easily hold grudges, but he didn’t like the idea of associating with someone whose granny, Queenie, had wronged his mother. He turned his face to the side, his voice icy.

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