Chapter 12 He Scooped Her Up


    She curled up into a ball and shook slightly.


    Being vulnerable for a fleeting moment, she dried her tears in a hurry and turned to say to Ricky, "Mom got burned, but it was not serious. Can you go fetch me some ice from the fridge, Ricky?" Looking at Isabe, Ricky scrambled to his feet and hurried to the fridge.


    Once Ricky left, Isabe''s eyes darted to the man opposite her.


    His sharp gaze raked over her, and he said, "You should go to the hospital now."


    Isabe stared at him warily.


    In her eyes, Draxton was no different than a ferocious monster.


    He was disguised as an elegant man, and maybe the next second, he would show his ws and strike, eating her and her son alive.


    She was not overreacting, given that Draxton had been after her blood for five years.


    Draxton narrowed his eyes and took one step forward.


    That made Isabe''s face paler, and her slender fingers quivered.


    Draxton frowned at the woman who was wrapping her arms around her knees. She looked so terrified that Draxton wondered how she had gotten the guts to do that to him back then.


    He then looked up at the boy running in their direction. "She somehow also had the guts to give birth to my child," he thought.


    "Mom, let me help you."


    Ricky went near Isabe and squatted down, putting the ice bag where she had gotten hurt.


    Isabe held his small hand and said, "Let me do it. Thank you, Ricky."


    Her shins and ankles were burned. Despite being stared at by Draxton, Isabe lifted her trousers and put the ice bag on the burned skin.


    Her forehead was covered in cold sweat, either because of the pain or because Draxton''s sudden appearance had frightened her.


    Isabe felt mixed feelings. Apparently, it was Ricky who had let Draxton in.


    She and Ricky might be safe for now.


    Isabe cast her eyes down to conceal the emotions in them.


    She was thinking about what to do next.


    She wouldn''t have been so worried if she were alone, but she had children and had to find a way out for them so they wouldn''t have to live in hiding anymore.


    "Ice can only temporarily ease the pain. You need to go to the hospital," Draxton said.


    Isabe lifted her head. Perhaps because of the pain, her ck eyes were now misty.


    Together with her pale face, she looked so brittle and pitiful.


    "Sir, can you send my mom to the hospital?" Ricky asked with concern and fear written all over his face.


    Isabe turned her head sideways to look at Ricky.


    Ricky was looking at Draxton with a pleading expression.


    Isabe ducked her head. She wanted to stop Ricky but held her tongue.


    She could tell that Ricky was putting on a helpless look deliberately.


    Isabe knew Ricky very well. He looked amenable but actually had a strong mind of his own. Undoubtedly, he was more intelligent than typical kids. He was just four years old but very clever. Isabe had good reason to suspect that Ricky was doing so on purpose.


    It couldn''t be that he instinctively relied on Draxton just because they were father and son.


    Draxton was indeed Ricky''s father, but Isabe was sure that after hiding from Draxton for five years, Ricky wouldn''t feel attached to him so quickly.


    Ricky had his own n. But, no matter what it was, Isabe wouldn''t get in his way at that moment. Draxton met Ricky''s pleading eyes and then nced around at the spacious house.


    He would leave her and the boy helpless if he refused to send Isabe to the hospital.


    Isabe seemed timid and weak to him, and the boy was too young to help with anything.


    Draxton''s stomach dropped. Without saying anything, he bent down and scooped Isabe up


    He moved so suddenly that both Isabe and Ricky were startled.


    Isabe went very stiff in the man''s toned arms. His chest was broad and warm, and his masculine air enveloped her immediately.


    Isabe''s hair bristled, and she felt the whole world spinning.


    She curled her stiff fingers into fists and tensed up in the air, trying to avoid touching Draxton.


    "Ricky, catch up," Draxton said to Ricky, whipping around and striding out with Isabe in his arms.


    Ricky stared after him, his small hands slowly clenching into fists as he retracted the red spot hanging between his fingers.


    His eyes were calm and clear, without any trace of the helplessness earlier. On the contrary, they somehow were even exuding coldness.


    The rain was as heavy as it had been that night five years ago. The three of them climbed into the car, and all got drenched.


    Draxton threw a nket to Ricky. "Wrap it around yourself. Don''t catch a cold," he said swiftly as he started


    the car.


    Isabe was surprised to see Draxton driving himself with no bodyguards around him.


    To be honest, she was a bit baffled.


    She had thought that once Draxton found her, he would have her arrested, interrogated, and then killed.


    She couldn''t figure out why Draxton had appeared in her house all alone and was now sending her to the hospital.


    A guess stroke Isabe and her eyes widened.


    "Is sending me to the hospital just an excuse to take Ricky and me somewhere he can finish us off without anyone knowing?


    "On such a rainy night, no one would notice that a mother and her son have quietly vanished from the world," she thought in horror.


    "Are we...going to the hospital?" Isabe asked tentatively.


    Draxton shed a bemused nce at her in the rearview mirror. "Where else could it be?"


    Isabe mped her lips shut.


    She reached out and grabbed Ricky''s hand.


    Fortunately, it was not too cold. As a result, Isabe''s nerves were slightly less strained.


    Ricky curled his fingers around Isabe''s palm.


    "Mom, does it hurt?"


    He sounded apprehensive.Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org.


    His baby voice melted Isabe''s heart.


    Draxton subconsciously took a nce at the boy in the rearview mirror, who was far too considerate for his


    age


    "It doesn''t hurt at all. The burn is not serious." Isabeforted Ricky in a soft voice.


    Ricky nodded, but his brows were still furrowed. He knew that it must hurt a lot.


    He was only four years old but already had enoughmon sense to know that the boiling hot stew must


    have severely burned Isabe.


    Ricky med it on himself. Isabe had gotten frightened because of the man he had brought home.


    His head lolled with sadness, and he felt so ashamed.


    Taking in his guilty expression, Isabe gave his small hand a gentle squeeze and asked with a calm smile, "Are you sleepy? You can lean on me and sleep for a while." Ricky shook his head. He was not sleepy at all and just wanted to stay by Isabe''s side.


    Isabe moved closer to Ricky and gathered him in her arms.


    They nestled up against each other and appeared so defenseless.


    Isabe raised her head to look at the man in the driver''s seat, unexpectedly finding him gazing at them in the rearview mirror.