Cannot Bear To Let Go Of My Rich Wife

Chapter 49 - 57 Should We Take Responsibility (2)

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Chapter 49 -57: Should We Take Responsibility? (2)

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There was originally a box of thermometers at home, but because he was naughty and curious about what the red stuff inside the thermometer was, he secretly broke one behind Father’s back. Just as he was about to swallow the red thing, Father appeared, scolded him, and hid all the thermometers away.

He didn’t know where the thermometers were hidden, and he couldn’t let Sister Isabel know about his embarrassing story, so Raymond shook his head again, emphasizing, “No thermometer.”

Although Isabel had given birth to a child, she had never taken care of one for even a single day. She had imagined it well in her dreams, but when it came to real practice, she felt somewhat at a loss.

A child’s illness can be severe or mild, and without a thermometer at home, she couldn’t measure his body temperature. Isabel thought for a moment, and finally stood up and said, “I’ll take you to the hospital, okay?”

…

It was just during the evening rush hour in Bellshire, and the roads were somewhat congested. After getting in the car, Raymond seemed a bit listless, but he didn’t want Sister Isabel to be bored alone in the taxi, so he forced himself to be energetic and chatted with Isabel from time to time.

Children’s illnesses often come quickly, so it wasn’t long before Raymond’s temperature began to rise, and he became somewhat drowsy from the fever.

After all, he was still a child, and despite acting strong like a little man just moments ago, his symptoms worsened, and he couldn’t help but give in.

Actually, Raymond wasn’t a clingy child, but for some reason, at this moment, he especially wanted to stick close to Isabel.

Moreover, at five years old, Raymond already had his own idea of pride in his world.

But the moment he first saw Isabel, he felt a particular closeness to her.

Adding to that, being ill now made Raymond’s pride somewhat weakened, so later on, he leaned into Isabel’s arms, slantingly.

Isabel looked at the dense vehicles outside the window, feeling a bit anxious at heart. Suddenly, she felt a small body leaning over, and she paused, turned her head, and saw Raymond nestled in her arms with his eyes closed.

Raymond’s small face was red, his skin very fair, and his long, curly eyelashes made him look exceptionally pleasing to the eye.

Isabel hadn’t been the kind of person who particularly liked to be close to others since she was little, but she didn’t find Raymond clinging to her annoying, even somewhat…likable.

Isabel reached out her hand, touched Raymond’s head, and the soft, black hair of the little boy brushed through her palm, warming her heart.

The inside of the car was quiet, and after about twenty minutes, the road ahead finally cleared up. Isabel suddenly remembered that she hadn’t informed Raymond’s father and had simply taken Raymond away. She slumped down and looked at Raymond, saying, “Raymond, did you tell your dad you went to the hospital? If he comes home and can’t find you, he’ll be worried.”

Raymond suddenly remembered his father, whom he had left far behind, and immediately sat straight up, took out his mobile phone, and called Percy Stanton. The phone was still shut down. Raymond frowned and muttered, “He’s still shut down.”

Isabel instantly felt that this father was really incompetent, and feeling somewhat heartbroken for Raymond, she asked, “Does your dad usually just abandon you like this, without any sense of responsibility?”

A sick child is usually sensitive, let alone a child like Raymond who has grown up without a mother. Although he came from a wealthy family, the unwholesomeness of his family situation still made him realize that he was different from other children. So Isabel’s words had touched his sore spot, especially when other people’s dads were busy.