Cannot Bear To Let Go Of My Rich Wife
Chapter 711 - 729: The Most Surprising Conjecture (2)

Chapter 711: Chapter 729: The Most Surprising Conjecture (2)

Subconsciously turning her head, she looked at Isabel Smith.

Isabel made eye contact with Percy Stanton, her lips pursed and her expression full of anxiety. From the bottom of Percy’s eyes, she saw a touch of nervousness as well. She didn’t know if it was due to Percy’s influence or not, but her hand holding Raymond Thompson’s finger became cold.

In her lifetime, she had experienced so many ups and downs and faced many risks, but this was a moment of unprecedented fear.

It took quite a while for Isabel to muster the courage to look at Raymond.

Raymond’s small face froze in a smile, and his eyes stared at her unblinkingly, his gaze becoming somewhat strange.

It was unclear whether he didn’t understand the meaning of Isabel’s words or if he was frightened by them.

In fact, Raymond was just wondering what Isabel’s words really meant? What did it mean when she said she had always been his mother? What did that represent?

Since she had started, Isabel knew she couldn’t stop, especially since she had always dreamed of acknowledging this child as her son. So before she had even opened her mouth again, tears were streaming down her face. She swallowed her saliva, suppressed the emotions that welled up inside her, and continued with a choked voice: "Raymond, I am that woman, the test-tube mother you thought had abandoned you."

Her words this time were much more straightforward than before.

Raymond didn’t need to think to understand that what Sister Isabel had just said meant that she was his test-tube mother.

Test-tube mother?

Wasn’t that his biological mother?

Hadn’t his biological mother abandoned him?

Did that mean Sister Isabel had abandoned him too?

A series of questions popped into Raymond’s little head.

He was only a five-year-old child, not as smooth and adaptable as an adult, so his expression suddenly froze, and he could only stand there, his face blank.

Isabel held her breath, feeling as if her heart had stopped for a moment. She stared intently at Raymond, waiting for his reaction.

Percy was the same. At this moment, he, who was always good at dealing with any situation and unexpected changes, didn’t know what to say.

It took Raymond a full three or four minutes to gently blink and get his brain working again.

He had liked Sister Isabel from the moment he saw her. How could she be his hated mother?

And besides, Sister Isabel was so lovely. Why would she abandon him?

Raymond simply couldn’t connect the impression of a perfect Isabel with his most despised mother.

So, with a look as if he were about to cry at any moment, he blinked at Isabel and asked, "Sister Isabel, are you joking with me?"

Isabel shook her head, her fingers trembling rapidly with the nervousness in her heart: "No... How could I ever lie to Raymond?"

It was only then that Percy raised his hand, turned off the vacuum cleaner, and spoke in a light tone to his son: "Raymond, haven’t you always wanted to find your mother? Now that your mother has come back, and she is your favorite Sister Isabel, aren’t you happy?"

Hearing these words, Isabel pursed her lips and stared at Raymond.

Even his father said that Sister Isabel was his mother... Sons always regard their fathers as gods to be idolized... This piece of information suddenly became highly reliable.

Raymond looked at his father first, then at Isabel, and found that the expressions of both were equally serious. He finally knew that this was the unarguable truth.