Cannot Bear To Let Go Of My Rich Wife
Chapter 626 - 644: A Young Girl’s Feelings Are Always Poetry (7)

Chapter 626: Chapter 644: A Young Girl’s Feelings Are Always Poetry (7)

Then she hurriedly rushed over and desperately jumped into the sea to look for her child. The sea water was frigid, and the wind was strong. She searched until she was exhausted, feeling like she could faint at any moment, but she didn’t give up. She didn’t know how long she had been searching, with day turning into night. Finally, she found her child in the sea. As she lifted the child out of the water, she saw that it was just a mangled mass of flesh and blood, the soft white bones of the child clearly visible.

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"Ah——!"

Isabel dreamt of this, and suddenly screamed, sitting up abruptly from the bed.

Her movement and cry woke up Percy who was lying beside her.

The man was stunned for less than a second before sitting up and pulling Isabel into his arms, gently rubbing her back, "Had a nightmare?"

Isabel’s mind was still filled with the bloody, horrifying scenes she had just dreamt of, and she sat there, looking terrified.

Percy reached out his hand and turned on the big light inside the house with a "snap." Seeing the glistening tears on Isabel’s face, he quickly reached out to wipe them away, "What happened? What did you dream of that scared you to tears?"

Isabel’s throat felt choked, "Nothing, just dreamt of a dead baby."

"It’s okay, it’s over now." Percy hugged Isabel into his arms, patting her back to comfort her for a while. Then he touched her long hair and said, "Shall I get you a glass of water?"

Isabel nodded, not speaking.

Percy got up and walked out of the bedroom.

Isabel slumped on the bed, having completely woken up from the nightmare. But those scenes she had dreamt of still felt real and vivid.

It couldn’t be true, as Evelyn had said, that her child was already dead, could it?

No, she couldn’t wait any longer, and she had to take action.

Only in this way could she perhaps force the truth about her child out.

As Isabel thought of this, her expression became somewhat flustered. At this time, the tightly closed door was pushed open from the outside. Isabel quickly hid her expression.

Percy handed the warm water to Isabel, watched her take a couple of sips, then took the cup and placed it on the table beside them. He climbed back into bed, turned off the light, leaving only a dim sleep lamp on, and hugged Isabel into his arms, saying, "Stop overthinking, sleep."

At night, Isabel couldn’t fall asleep. She lay awake, her eyes staring at the ceiling for a long time before she spoke to Percy, "Percy?"

"Hmm?" Percy turned his head and looked at Isabel, "What’s the matter?"

"I want to ask you a question." Isabel leaned against Percy’s chest, slowly turned to face his face, and asked again, "Percy, in this world, what do you think is the most heart-touching words to you?"

The night was quiet, with the colorful light from the neon lights outside shining through the window. Percy raised his hand and pulled Isabel closer to his chest, and asked, "Why are you suddenly asking this question?"

"I just suddenly thought of it." Isabel’s voice carried a touch of laziness.

Percy lowered his eyelids, grasped Isabel’s hand, and intertwined their fingers. Then he lowered his head, leaned against her forehead, and gently said, "To hold your hand, to grow old together with you."

Perhaps the most touching words in the world are these.

To win a person’s heart and never part till death.

The most romantic thing I can imagine is growing old with you.

Isabel didn’t respond, just buried her head gently in Percy’s chest. Deep down, however, an unspeakable bitterness rolled around.

Indeed, these words were very touching.

They touched her heart.

And even touched her determination to avenge her parents.

Percy looked at the woman’s hair in his arms and asked softly, "What’s the matter?"

Isabel bit her lip tightly, not answering Percy’s question.