“Are you too idle? Go do your homework.”

Elliot puffed out his cheeks, let out a small huff, and stomped off toward the nursery.

Cecilia shot Nathaniel a glare. “Why are you always so harsh with him? Can’t you speak a little more gently for once?”

Nathaniel looked helpless. “How is he going to get hurt from a couple of words?”

“He’s my son. He can’t grow up soft like a little girl.”

Cecilia didn’t bother arguing anymore.

She turned and went to the bathroom to wash up.