Cannot Bear To Let Go Of My Rich Wife-Chapter 47 - 54 Just for her cant stop loving (5)
Chapter 47 -54: Just for her, can’t stop loving (5)
Chapter 47 -54: Just for her, can’t stop loving (5)
Even though he didn’t have a mom, he lived a life that was countless times happier and more luxurious than many other children his age.
Visit frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓ for the b𝘦st novel reading experience.
In fact, even without a biological mother, in this world, the number of people waiting in line to become his stepmother was beyond count.
However, they were all stepmothers and could not compare to a real mother. In particular, in Raymond Thompson’s little head, he always thought that the definition of a stepmother was like the evil queen in Princess Snow White who would give him an apple that was half poisonous and half harmless.
Isabel Smith’s question struck Raymond’s fragile little heart. He raised his hand, chin in his palm, and stared at his mobile phone for a long while before finally sending a WhatsApp message to Isabel Smith after lengthy editing: “I don’t have a mom.”
After that, Raymond didn’t know if he felt listless because of his cold headache or because of his bad mood. He slumped on the tea table, staring blankly for a while before standing up and continuing to search for the medical kit.
…
—”I’m sick, and I feel terrible.”
—”My dad’s busy, and I can’t reach him on the phone. I’m home alone.”
—”I don’t have a mom.”
Isabel Smith was never a meddlesome person. It wasn’t that she was cold and heartless, but rather, she grew up in surroundings where there was little idle chatter to interfere with.
Today, she was originally in a hurry to contact Percy Stanton, but after exchanging a few WhatsApp messages with Raymond, her mind kept flashing back to the sentences he sent her. Finally, her mind was entirely consumed by Raymond’s illness.
With no adults at home, would that well-behaved and handsome little boy suffer any accidents because of his illness?
As a neighbor, should she go and check on the little boy?
Ultimately, when Isabel realized that she was now uneasy about a child she had only met once and exchanged a few WhatsApp messages with, deep down she found it somewhat incredible.
Incredulously, without even bothering to put on makeup, Isabel changed her clothes, grabbed her wallet, mobile phone, and house key, and quickly walked out of her home. She rushed right to the next-door apartment and rang the doorbell a few times.
At that moment, Isabel realized that she was actually worried. She worried for the five-year-old little boy whom she had met only once.
This feeling was like when she was seven or eight months pregnant and took a bath alone in the bathroom. She accidentally bumped into something, nearly falling. She instinctively protected her stomach and then felt the same surge of worry and fear.
This worry seemed like an innate instinct.
An instinct that could only arise from the bond of blood and flesh.
How strange…how could she have developed this innate instinct for Raymond?
Isabel frowned and raised her hand to press the doorbell again.
Raymond wasn’t tall enough, so when he heard the doorbell, he put down the medicine box he had just found and ran to the door with a few bags of indigo woad root in his hand. His eyes fixed on the video screen outside the door, glimpsing Sister Isabel. Raymond’s little face reddened instantly. He then turned around and carefully checked himself in the full-length mirror beside him. Finding his clothes from school dirty, he ran back to his bedroom and rummaged through the cabinet for a while to find a bright yellow short-sleeved shirt. He hastily changed into it, then ran back to the front door as fast as he could. After taking a deep breath, he tiptoed and forcefully turned the door handle, pulling open the door. With a radiant smile, his childish voice called out to Isabel standing outside: “Sister Isabel.”
