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Chapter 11 Go Home With Me
Isabella had no idea that she had been discovered by that man right after she came back to Dawton City.
Alan and Martin were unbelievably efficient. Within less than half a day, Isabella and Ricky’s profiles
appeared on Draxton’s desk
“Mr. Lockwood, it’s really Isabella. That boy is Isabella’s son, Alan reported, seeming ambivalent.
Isabella had tormented them for five years.
They had looked for her for five years and had almost been driven insane.
Alan gritted his teeth in anger.
Draxton lowered his head and carefully read the profiles in his hands.
In the profile photos, the woman and the boy were smiling brightly.
Draxton pressed his lips together, and his eyes fell on the address where they were living now: Orchid
Residences.
“Mr. Lockwood, that boy looks so much like you… Alan was sure that he was Draxton’s son.
Although he harbored resentment against Isabella, that boy called Eric Thompson, with the nickname
Ricky was a miniature version of his boss. Alan had to admit that the boy was adorable.
He and Martin couldn’t bring themselves to kill both Isabella and the boy and preferred to do away with
just the mother.
Despite what they thought, Draxton got the final say.
ff Draxton decided to do away with both Isabella and her son, they would plead for mercy for that little
boy. They waited for a long while, but in the end, Draxton just said briefly, “Leave them alone for now.”
Alan and Martin couldn’t believe their ears. They had gone to so much trouble to find Isabella, but
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtDraxton had asked them to back off at that moment.
“Then… should we send people to keep an eye on them?” Martin asked tentatively.
“No need.” Draxton took a glance at them.
Isabella and Ricky had been receiving parcels every day recently.
In less than a week, all kinds of toys had piled everywhere in the initially empty house. Isabella also
bought some books and a computer. She even got a car delivered downstairs that afternoon.
Now that the house had finally had a lived–in vibe, Isabella and Ricky felt slightly resigned but very
happy.
It was late summer, and it started to drizzle at dusk. Before long, the rain was pouring down.
Isabella was in an apron and busy preparing dinner in the kitchen, while Ricky was in the living room on
a video call with Betty and the elders in Lotus Village.
After ending the call, Ricky looked around the big house where only he and his mother lived and
suddenly felt slightly lonely.
Although his toys were everywhere in the house, and Isabella took him out to have fun and eat delicious
food every day, he still missed Lotus Village very much when he was quiet.
He sat on the sofa brooding like a little adult, watching the violent rain lash against the picture window.
Under the dark curtain of rain, the car at the entrance of the complex caught Ricky’s eyes. Its dazzling
headlights were very conspicuous.
A man was standing next to the car. The contour of his tall figure was blurred by the rain.
Ricky pressed his face against the window and looked out. The man seemed to be looking at him too,
and their eyes seemed to meet through the rain.
The man was standing in the rain without an umbrella.
Ricky stared out of the window quietly. Then, after about five minutes, he suddenly turned around and
ran away. He took a look at the kitchen and saw Isabella still bustling around.
He then ran to the hallway, took a big black umbrella, and bolted out the door.
The man downstairs didn’t leave after the boy left the window. Instead, he kept standing in the rain with
his gaze locked on the brightly lit window.
Suddenly, he saw a small figure running out of the building.
He was gripping an umbrella that was too large for him to hold steadily. It looked as though the heavy
rain could sweep him off his feet together with the big umbrella any second.
Unsurprisingly, the boy lost his balance and fell to the ground, knocking the umbrella upside down.
He wrestled to get up in the rain.
Without thinking, the man sprinted to him and lifted him to his feet. Then he picked up the big umbrella
that the boy had difficulty holding and raised it above the boy’s head.
Ricky tilted his head back and looked up at the tall man.
Both were looking at a face that was similar to theirs.
They both had curly hair and midnight blue eyes.
They stared into each other’s eyes, but neither said anything.
After a while, the man bent down and leveled his eyes with Ricky’s. “Did you come to send me the
umbrella?”
Ricky kept looking at the man and nodded. He then asked, “Sir, you can go home with me and stay until
the rain stops.
The man hesitated for a little while before nodding. “Okay.”
Isabella made four dishes. In the past five years, she’d picked up excellent cooking skills.
She prepared Cobb salad, steamed shrimp, pan–fried pork chops, catfish stew, and whole grains. It was
just an everyday dinner, but Isabella used fresh ingredients to make each dish look and taste good.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe food she prepared for her kids had always been bland and healthy, which had now become their
eating habit.
Isabella walked out of the kitchen with the stew pot in her hands. Then, with a smile, she gently said,
“Ricky, dinner is ready.”
The atmosphere was a bit strange. Isabella lifted her head and looked around. Instead of seeing Ricky
on the sofa, she saw him standing next to a tall man in the hallway, both of them drenched.
Isabella froze.
Smash!
The pot fell out of her shaking hands, and the stew spilled all over the apron and her trousers.
Isabella’s eyes couldn’t focus, and she stormed to Ricky frantically.
Ricky blanched instantly and flung himself at Isabella.
Isabella swept Ricky behind her without saying anything.
“Mom…” Ricky was scared and clutched Isabella’s shirt, his voice trembling.
The man’s face sank.
“Am I a scary monster or what?” he thought.
“Mom, you’re hurt.” Ricky noticed that Isabella’s trousers were still dripping with steaming soup.
Isabella moved her eyes from the man to Ricky. It was not until she saw Ricky’s pale face and worried
eyes that she felt a sharp pain in her legs.
The stew had been boiling hot, and half of it had spilled on her.
Isabella endured the acute pain and felt so embarrassed. She had never imagined that man would
appear at her door just a few days after she arrived in Dawton City.
Either because of the physical pain or the mental anguish, tears formed in her eyes, and she failed to
hold
them back.
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