Cannot Bear To Let Go Of My Rich Wife
Chapter 109 - 121: A One-of-a-Kind Gift (6)

Chapter 109: Chapter 121: A One-of-a-Kind Gift (6)

And so, the name called out by Isabel Smith fell into an empty void with no one answering.

Isabel’s parents had died on their way to pick up Marion Hancock from Starhaven University.

Elijah Smith didn’t know the specific reason at the time, but a thirteen-year-old child, under the heavy blow of losing their parents, was already fragile. He often clung to Isabel; however, unbeknownst to him, she was later exiled to the United States by their grandmother. In a moment, the Smith family was left with just Elijah.

Due to the drastic change in his family, Elijah’s personality changed as well. He became extremely rebellious, uninterested in learning, and frequently indulged in a dissipated life, causing Mrs. Smith to punish him with the family law on multiple occasions.

Mrs. Smith’s family law was to lock him in the Black House.

The Black House was on the second floor of an attic in the Smith family’s backyard.

Each time Elijah was punished in the Black House, he would be locked up there for a day and a night without Mrs. Smith allowing anyone to feed or give him water.

Charlotte Green would always secretly bring him food whenever Elijah was starving and about to give up late at night.

At that time, Elijah was very young and had no relatives by his side. Eventually, he regarded Charlotte as his kin, and she gradually took over the position of Isabel in his heart.

Isabel had considered how to face Elijah before returning to China, but she never came to a conclusion. She was unprepared for their sudden reunion, so when faced with Elijah’s indifference, her heart, which seemed invincible, started to ache.

Charlotte stood beside Elijah, her wrist gently wrapped around his arm, her face wearing an affectionate smile as if they were relatives reunited. She tilted her head slightly, looking at Isabel—an exceptionally beautiful sight.

Knowing the coldness between Isabel and Elijah, Charlotte deliberately raised her hand, pushed Elijah, and said coquettishly, "Elijah, Sister Isabel is talking to you. How can you be so rude? You haven’t seen Sister Isabel in years; you should at least greet her."

Elijah pursed his lips and simply turned his head, making it clear that he didn’t want to talk to Isabel.

Seeing Elijah’s blunt gesture, Isabel’s hands hanging by her sides subconsciously clenched into fists, trembling involuntarily, as an uncontrollable wave of pain rose in her heart.

In a moment, many memories flashed through Isabel’s mind.

When she was six, she saw Elijah’s birth.

When she was seven, she taught Elijah to walk.

When she was nine, she accompanied the driver in taking Elijah to kindergarten when her parents were busy at work.

When she was eleven, she carried Elijah with a high fever on her back late at night, no one else at home, walking a long way before hailing a taxi to take him to the hospital.

When she was fourteen, she defended Elijah by starting a fight with her classmates using a stool.

When she was seventeen, Elijah stayed out late playing with his friends on a day with heavy rain. She went alone to find him with an umbrella. When they returned, both were soaking wet, and she caught a cold and had a fever. Elijah was unharmed, and the next day he brought her ginger soup and took care of her.