THE BILLIONAIRE'S KICK ASS WIFE - Season 1 Episode 12

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 wa s 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 appe arance 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 fo r 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. Undoubt edly, 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 qu ickly.

Ricky had his own plan. But, no matter what it was, Isabella wouldn’t get in his way at that moment. Dra xton 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

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

Isabella went very stiff in the man’s toned arms. His chest was broad and warm, and his masculine air enveloped her immediatel y.

Isabella’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 Isabella in his arms.

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

His eyes were calm and clear, without any trace of the helplessness earlier. On the contrary, they some how 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 blanket to Ricky. “Wrap it around yourself. Don’t catch a cold,” he said swiftly as he started

the car.

Isabella 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 t he hospital.

A guess stroke Isabella and her eyes widened.

“Is sending me to the hospital just an excuse to take Ricky and me somewhere he can finish us off with out anyone knowing?

“On such a rainy night, no one would notice that a mother and her son have quietly vanished from the w

“Are we…going to the hospital?” Isabella asked tentatively.

Draxton flashed a bemused glance at her in the rearview mirror. “Where else could it be?”

Isabella clamped her lips shut.

She reached out and grabbed Ricky’s hand.

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

Ricky curled his fingers around Isabella’s palm.

“Mom, does it hurt?”

He sounded apprehensive.

His baby voice melted Isabella’s heart.

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

age

“It doesn’t hurt at all. The burn is not serious.” Isabella comforted 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 enough common sense to know that the boiling hot stew mu

have severely burned Isabella.

Ricky blamed it on himself. Isabella 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, Isabella gave his small hand a gentle squeeze and asked with a calm sm 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 Isabella’s side.

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

They nestled up against each other and appeared so defenseless.

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