Chapter 68
Chapter 68
Chapter 68 Are You The Biological Mother Of The Child?
“Waah…”
A cry was heard. Chris didn’t know when he had stood at the stairway and burst into tears.
The servant stopped in fear. Although Helena was not very affectionate towards Chris, she was still a mother and naturally did not want her child to see such a scene.
Helena coldly ordered, “What are you all doing? Take the child away.”
The servants rushed towards Chris in a flurry, and Helena was also annoyed by his sudden crying, urging him impatiently, “What are you standing there for? Get to work.”
At this moment, the servant upstairs suddenly shouted, “Oh no! Young Mr. Dalton has many small red spots on his body and face, as if he had an allergy.”
“Got it. Find a doctor to come over,” Helena said impatiently.
Compared to the child, she was more eager to deal with Peyton. This was a rare opportunity.
Peyton looked at Helena in disbelief. “That was your child. He was crying so miserably and he was so small. You should have at least held him and comforted him.”
Helena sneered and said, “If you had acted earlier, I would have gone to comfort him naturally.”
The child upstairs erupted into a thunderous cry. Peyton was heartbroken, even though it wasn’t her child, why was she so
distressed?
Driven by instinct, Helena was about to drop her knife and rush forward to hug Chris. On his side, Chris also unleashed an astonishing strength and managed to break free from the maid’s grasp.
“Chris!” the maid exclaimed in terror as Chris fell to the ground and tumbled down the stairs.
Luckily, Peyton ran fast enough. He only rolled a few steps before being held in Peyton’s arms.
Peyton looked at the child’s face full of red rash, with a runny nose and tears, and the little face was completely red.
“Mom, Mom.” Chris threw himself into her arms.
This heartwarming scene stabbed Helena’s eyes even more. Helena was furious.
“Peyton, don’t procrastinate. Since you’re not doing it, I’ll help you.
Helena gave a look. Two maids approached Peyton. Another maid wanted to snatch the child from her arms.
In the midst of the chaos, Helena remained seated on the sofa, motionless, simply because her manicure was not yet finished.
Peyton realized today that not everyone in this world is entitled to have a mother. Currently, Helena is not here to comfort her son.
In Helena’s mind, she destroyed her face, even her toenails were more important than this child.
At one point, Peyton felt some sympathy. Why did this child stick to her every time she saw her?
At that moment, Chris also got excited and tightly grabbed Peyton’s hands without letting go. Peyton naturally had no reason to let go.
Several people were pushing and pulling when Peyton rolled down the stairs holding the child.
At that moment, Peyton thought of the child she couldn’t save in the sea. She held the child tightly with both arms, trying to bear all the danger with her body.
Until Peyton rolled down the last step of the stairs, the first reaction was to smile slightly at the frightened child and say, “Don’t be afraid, I’m here.”
Chris was stunned as she looked at her, and for a moment she forgot to
CIV.
Helena did not rush over to see the child, but continued to speak, “Now is the time, scratch her face.”
Two servants approached with knives, “Sorry, Ms. Schmitt.”
Here, no one dared to offend the future mistress of the Dalton Group. Her words were like decrees.
Peyton was rolled in such a way that he was unable to get up, feeling dizzy and weak all over.
She could only watch as the blade approached her.
At the moment when the knife was raised, Peyton heard a familiar roar, “Stop!”This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.