Cannot Bear To Let Go Of My Rich Wife
Chapter 821 - 839: Mum, Mum, Mum! (9)

Chapter 821: Chapter 839: Mum, Mum, Mum! (9)

Isabel Smith didn’t burst into laughter as usual at Raymond Thompson’s mischievous behavior; instead, she spoke with an uneasy heart, saying, "Raymond, if I told you that, without you wishing for me to be your mother soon, I have always been your mother, would you accept me?"

Percy Stanton, who was cleaning up the room with a vacuum cleaner, heard this and suddenly stopped his actions.

Subconsciously, he turned his head and looked at Isabel.

As Isabel’s gaze met Percy’s, her lips tightened and she looked extremely anxious. She saw a hint of nervousness in the depths of Percy’s eyes as well. Her hand holding Raymond’s fingers had become icy cold.

In her entire life, she had experienced so many ups and downs and faced many risks, but this time, her fear was unprecedented.

It took Isabel half a day to muster up the courage to look at Raymond.

Raymond’s little face had completely stiffened, and his eyes stared at her strangely without blinking.

It was not clear whether he didn’t understand the meaning of Isabel’s words or whether her words scared him.

In fact, Raymond was just wondering what Sister Isabel meant by her words. What did it mean that she had always been his mother? What did that represent?

Since Isabel had opened up the topic, she knew she couldn’t stop now. Moreover, she had always dreamt of acknowledging this child as her son. Before she could open her mouth again, tears streamed down her face, and she swallowed her saliva, trying to suppress her overwhelming emotions. With a choked voice, she continued, "Raymond, I’m the test-tube mother you always thought abandoned you."

This time, her words were even clearer than before.

Raymond didn’t need to think too much. He understood that Sister Isabel’s previous words meant she was his test-tube mother.

Test-tube mother?

Didn’t that mean she was his biological mother?

Didn’t his biological mother not want him anymore?

So, that meant Sister Isabel didn’t want him anymore?

A series of questions popped up in Raymond’s little head.

He was just a five-year-old child, not as smooth and adaptable as adults. As a result, his expression stiffened, and he just stood there, staring blankly.

Isabel held her breath, feeling like her heartbeat had stopped as she stared at Raymond, waiting for his reaction.

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

It took Raymond three or four minutes to blink gently, and his brain started working again.

He liked Sister Isabel from the first time he saw her. How could she be the mother he hated so much?

Moreover, Sister Isabel was clearly so good. Why wouldn’t she want him?

Raymond just couldn’t connect the high-impression Sister Isabel with the mother he despised most in his mind.

So, he looked at Isabel, his eyes filled with tears as if he was about to cry, and asked, "Sister Isabel, are you joking with me?"

Isabel shook her head, her fingers trembling rapidly in the anxiety. She replied, "No... I could never lie to Raymond."