Chapter 47: Chapter 54: Just for her, can’t stop loving (5) Chapter 47: Chapter 54: Just for her, can’t stop loving (5) Even though he didn’t have a mom, he lived a life that was countless tis happier and more luxurious than many other children his age.
In fact, even without a biological mother, in this world, the number of people waiting in line to beco 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 ssage 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 dical kit.
…
—”I’m sick, and I feel terrible.”
—”My dad’s busy, and I can’t reach him on the phone. I’m ho alone.”
—”I don’t have a mom.”
Isabel Smith was never a ddleso 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 ssages with Raymond, her mind kept flashing back to the sentences he sent her. Finally, her mind was entirely consud by Raymond’s illness.
With no adults at ho, would that well-behaved and handso 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 t once and exchanged a few WhatsApp ssages with, deep down she found it sowhat 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 ho. She rushed right to the next-door apartnt and rang the doorbell a few tis.
At that mont, Isabel realized that she was actually worried. She worried for the five-year-old little boy whom she had t 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 sothing, nearly falling. She instinctively protected her stomach and then felt the sa surge of worry and fear.
This worry seed 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 dicine 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.”
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