Cannot Bear To Let Go Of My Rich Wife
Chapter 88 - 100: I Don’t Know You Well (1)

Chapter 88: Chapter 100: I Don’t Know You Well (1)

Her mother’s warm hand gripping hers, and her grandma hastily instructing the servants to call the doctor. At that time, with so much warmth surrounding her, she didn’t think it was anything special. But now, a bottle of Red Flower Oil, costing just over ten yuan, made her heart feel warmth deep within.

Isabel stood alone in the bedroom, with nothing but the joyful and lingering music from the TV’s music channel, making her feel somewhat anxious. As Isabel turned to look out the window, she saw the vast night view of Bellshire City, which, as always, revealed loneliness and melancholy everywhere.

However, Isabel felt that the night scene tonight was somewhat beautiful, with its bustling, colorful lights.

Gazing out the window, after a long while, Isabel crawled back on the bed. Hugging the soft quilt, she looked at the bottle of Red Flower Oil she had brought to her side. Her eyes gradually became warmer, and she miraculously closed her eyes and fell back asleep.

And her sleep was unusually sound.

...

The second day was Saturday, so Raymond didn’t have to go to kindergarten, and the hourly nanny came a bit late.

Percy had woken up when the nanny entered the room, switched the extractor hood on.

He got up, took a bath first, checked the time and found it was still early, so he casually sat on the sofa, picked up files about the Smith Corporation, and outlined the upcoming operating policies.

The nanny had prepared breakfast before knocking on Percy’s door.

Percy didn’t lift his head from the files, just casually said, "Come in."

Only then did the nanny open the door without stepping into the bedroom, and she respectfully said, "Mr. Stanton, breakfast is ready."

Percy finished reading the last line of the file before closing it, then lifted his head, nodded at the nanny, and asked, "Is Raymond awake?"

"Sir, would you like me to wake Young Master up?"

Percy raised his wrist and glanced at the time. Frowning, he recalled that during this time, he noticed that Isabel didn’t like to eat breakfast. She would only eat something when she couldn’t bear the hunger. As a result, Percy raised his head and casually said to the nanny, "No need, I’ll go wake Raymond up."

As Percy spoke, he placed the files on the table and stood up. Then, as if remembering something, said, "I have nothing to do today, I will take care of Raymond at home. You can leave now."

"Yes, Mr. Stanton." The nanny replied, hurriedly turned around, took off her apron, returned it to the kitchen and, carrying her bag, left Percy’s home.

Percy waited until the nanny closed the door and left before he walked towards Raymond’s room.

Raymond was crouching on the bed when he suddenly heard the sound of the door opening. Subconsciously, he turned and saw that it was not the nanny, but Percy, who was waking him up this time. He acted promptly, jumping onto the bed and closing his eyes, pretending to be asleep.

Percy, who had been focused on opening the door, didn’t notice Raymond’s movements and thought he was still asleep. He walked slowly to the bedside, stood there, looking down at Raymond sleeping on the bed, and shouted, "Raymond, time to get up!"

After just one shout from Percy, Raymond slowly opened his eyes, raised his hands, rubbed his eyes, smacked his lips twice, and looked completely dumbfounded, as if he had just woken up, then said, "Father."

Percy’s tone didn’t sound too pleased as he said, "Raymond, how many times have I told you not to sleep on your stomach?"

Raymond was a bit unhappy that his father was scolding him first thing in the morning, so he puffed out his cheeks and didn’t say a word.