Love in Prime Years novel Chapter 54

Lawrence didn't talk at once. Instead, his eyes flicked from Lillian to Leigh.

The kid was so young. His tiny shoulders shuddered in fear, his body stiff.

He’s afraid of death too. Lawrence was certain about that.

Be it a child or an adult, one always prefers life than death as long as he’s still breathing.

A boy of no more than four years old, Leigh somehow exhibited characters than one would not expect to see on a child of his age.

Be it other children, they would’ve cried and shrieked in the face of death. But Leigh shed no tear, he’s as calm as still water.

He just fixed his eyes on Amelia with love so deep.

He’s not my kid. Lawrence was certain about that. But still, his heart ached for Leigh when he looked into his eyes.

What a sweet kid. Standing by the edge of a cliff, he didn’t fear the abyss behind him but that fact that his mother would grieve over his death.

Subconsciously, Lawrence reached his hand, wanting to pull Leigh back from the precipice. But he withdrew it when he realized what he was doing.

It’s not just about Leigh now. Lillian’s life was at stake too. He had to stay rational.

“Lawrence, please, save Leigh. I’m not lying to you or intimidating you. You are so going to regret for the rest of your life if anything happens to Leigh today. Please, Lawrence, I’m begging you.”

On her knees, Amelia kept begging, her head bumping the ground over and over again. soon blood cover her forehead, trickling down her cheek. Lawrence could sense how painful, how desperate, how helpless she felt inside.

For a moment, he almost couldn’t resist the impulse to hug her into his arms. But everything Lillian had done to save him came to his mind then. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to resist the impulse.

“Amelia, I can’t let Lillian be hurt.

Amelia froze.

No matter how she pleaded, Lillian always came first in his heart.

She knew it would be like this.

But she had to try, to take the slimiest chance. Because she just wanted Leigh to be fine.

She turned to the other side and pleaded to the head of the kidnappers. “Take me, kill me, let Leigh go, please. Don’t hurt my Leigh, please.”

“Your life worth nothing to us.” Desperation flooded through her broken her as the kidnapper replied her.

He ignored Amelia and demanded one of his men in a cold tone. “Mr. Lawrence mad his choice. What are you waiting for? Send the boy to hell.”

“No!” Amelia roared, crawling towards the cliff to try to take her child back but was pinned to the ground by two huge men.

“Don’t cry, mom.”

Leigh’s eyes turned red, but still, he shed no tears.

He allowed himself a smile, one that as warm as it had always be.

“Don’t cry, mom, Leigh hates it when mom cries.”