The Divorced Billionaire Heiress novel Chapter 2038

The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Chapter 2038

The face of the person changed, and Mitchell suddenly reacted.

“No, the young master is inside.”

Eric was shocked and glanced coldly.

Mitchell’s face turned pale: “You said don’t let him come out, I will let the young master play by himself after the memorial service, the young master is tired, so I let him sleep here, but I didn’t light the fire, and I didn’t close the door.”

Mitchell said in a hurry but no one listened.

Eric looked up with a livid face, his whole body tense.

“Nicole, come down quickly.” Eric gritted his teeth. Knowing that someone may have deliberately created a chaos or crisis. But the purpose was definitely not to involve Nicole.

Nicole’s face was pale, and the wind was blowing, a little cold, making her clothes rattle.

She brushed a strand of hair that was hanging at the corner of her mouth, and it fell down again with her breathing.

Fortunately, it went smoothly, and she jumped off the railing and breathed a sigh of relief and didn’t dare to look below.

She opened the window from the outside, and the smoke inside came out.

Sure enough, a child was kneeling in front of the window, his eyes were red, and he was out of breath crying, but he couldn’t make a sound.

The pitiful appearance made people unable to help but feel pity, and his breathing began to weaken.

If Nicole didn’t save him, he would be suffocated by the thick smoke at a loss. She paused, as if she had seen him.

He was the kid who played with Levi at school that day.

This kid was Eric’s son.

Nicole didn’t have time to think about it, she stretched out her hand and said softly, “Come on, give me your hand.”

Easton seemed to have lost the strength to cry. He didn’t expect that someone would save him. He silently called for help many times inside, and called Daddy many times, but no one came.

Looking at Nicole, he seemed to see a savior.

He stretched out two hands, and Nicole picked him up forcefully and carried him out of the window.

Eric’s people had already gone in to put out the fire.

A tall ladder was also placed on the balcony.

Someone was holding on below.

It was Eric who watched from the balcony, his eyes closely following Nicole.

“Come down, be careful…”

Nicole couldn’t go down with the child in his arms, so he had to go down first.

The child has no strength to cry, the key is that there was no sound.

Lying on the ladder shivering.

Eric frowned, with a bit of impatient coldness: “Why are you crying?”

Mitchell glanced at Easton, and hurriedly climbed up, put him on his arm, and slowly hugged him down.

“Young master, don’t be afraid, it’s all my fault.”

Mitchell was really afraid.

Although Eric didn’t like this son. But after all, he was the eldest grandson of the Ferguson family, and his status was naturally different.

If something happened, Eric couldn’t bear it.

Nicole got down from the ladder, and at the last step, someone helped her.

It was Eric who was originally standing there, but was taken by Grant.

Nicole breathed a sigh of relief.

Grant patted the dust on her clothes: “Are you okay?”

Nicole shook her head.

Someone picked up Nicole’s high heels long ago.

Just as Eric was about to take it over, Grant took the lead in taking it over.

Eric breathed a sigh of relief and put it at Nicole’s feet: “Impulse, good luck this time, and next time, you are lucky enough to be so good?”

Nicole also felt scared.