The Billionaire's Kick Ass Wife (Isabella Thompson) novel Chapter 12

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 Isabella, Ricky scrambled to his feet and hurried to the fridge.

Once Ricky left, Isabella’s eyes darted to the man opposite her.

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

Isabella 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 claws 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 Isabella’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 Isabella and squatted down, putting the ice bag where she had gotten hurt.

Isabella 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, Isabella 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.

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

She and Ricky might be safe for now.

Isabella 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.

Isabella lifted her head. Perhaps because of the pain, her black 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.

Isabella turned her head sideways to look at Ricky.

Ricky was looking at Draxton with a pleading expression.

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

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

Isabella 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. Isabella 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 Isabella was sure that after hiding from Draxton for five years, Ricky wouldn’t feel attached to him so quickly.

Ricky had his own plan. But, no matter what it was, Isabella wouldn’t get in his way at that moment. Draxton met Ricky’s pleading eyes and then glanced around at the spacious house.

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

Isabella 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 Isabella up