Cannot Bear To Let Go Of My Rich Wife
Chapter 624 - 642: A Young Girl’s Feelings Are Always Poetry (5)

Chapter 624: Chapter 642: A Young Girl’s Feelings Are Always Poetry (5)

Raymond was willing to share his troubles with Isabel, but he still didn’t want his father to know about them. So when Percy entered the room, Raymond immediately lay down properly on the bed with a particularly well-behaved tone, looking at Percy and calling: "Father."

Percy didn’t notice his son’s sudden change and just nodded, casually asking, "Have you eaten yet?"

"I have eaten." Raymond obediently replied, his hand buried in the quilt, twisting it tightly. He wondered if his father had heard his secret thoughts.

Percy just glanced at Raymond and then turned to look at Isabel, asking her gently, "What were you two discussing just now?"

Raymond’s expression suddenly became nervous, his hands tightly clutching the quilt and his little face looking reddened as he stared at Isabel.

Seeing Raymond’s scared look, Isabel couldn’t help but feel a little amused. Still, she tenderly stroked the uninjured part of Raymond’s head and said to Percy, "We weren’t talking about anything."

Pausing, Isabel changed the subject, "Didn’t you say you haven’t eaten yet? Hurry up and eat. I’ll tell a story to Raymond."

Raymond sighed with relief, the tension draining from his little shoulders. He looked at Percy and urged, "Yes, Father, hurry up and eat."

Percy didn’t think much of it, and just looked at the pair before going to sit on the sofa and eat.

Indeed, Isabel began telling a story to Raymond. Her gentle voice, like a beautiful melody, filled the infirmary on the sunny afternoon.

Raymond listened attentively, his big eyes staring at her profile and occasionally asking questions he didn’t understand.

Isabel was very patient with Raymond, never showing any impatience as she explained his questions in the same gentle tone.

With his meal finished, Percy poured himself a glass of water and sat on the sofa, feeling as if he were in a dream as he watched the scene before him.

Time stood still in peace and tranquility.

How he wished time could remain as it was.

Percy leaned lazily against the sofa, making his every movement as gentle as possible, afraid that with even the slightest carelessness, he’d shatter the moment before him.

Greedily watching the scene, he calculated that it would take at least eight days from sending the hair samples to Emberdale City until he received the DNA test results. In eight days, he would know whether Isabel was Raymond’s mother or not.

How he hoped the truth would be as wonderful and surprising as he imagined.

Six years ago, she had fallen in love with him at first sight, and he couldn’t help but fall for her as well.

Six years later, he had a son, and the woman he’d loved only once turned out to be his son’s mother.

Just thinking about it made Percy feel incredibly happy, so happy that the corners of his eyes became moist.

Outside the window, the brilliantly bright sunlight passed through the glass and shone on Percy’s extraordinarily handsome face, illuminating the glistening moisture in the corner of his eye like a dazzling diamond.

As Isabel narrated the funniest part of the story, she and Raymond laughed together, looking very happy.

Percy also couldn’t help but want to laugh with them, but the moisture in his eyes was too heavy. He only tugged at his lips and subdued the emotion, fearing that something might suddenly fall and break.

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On the fifth day after Tony sent out the hair samples of Isabel and Raymond, Isabel received an email.

It was a heavy package.

The package was delivered to Smith Corporation. When Secretary Emille handed it to her, she glanced at the express delivery bill on it, which had nothing but her address. She wondered about the package for a long time before accepting it.