Love in Prime Years

Chapter 54 Leigh or Lillian

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. Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

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.”

“Leigh…” tears kept trickling her face. This could be the last she saw her child, how could her not cry?

The smile on Leigh’s face got brighter. He looked at his mother, all the fears inside him turning to

affection. “Mom, smile, mom, smile for tomorrow, and the day after that, and forever. Your smile is the

only thing that makes Leigh happy.”

“Mom, Leigh doesn’t like that bad guy anymore. Leigh has no dad.”

He continued after a few seconds of pause. “Mom, could you promise me something? Leave that bad

guy. I don’t want you to like him anymore. He only makes cry, makes you sad.”

“Mom doesn’t like him, mom doesn’t, Leigh. Mom just wants you.” squirming, Amelia tried to wrench

herself from the convicts. “Get off me. I want my Leigh! I want my Leigh!”

“Mr. Lawrence.”

Leigh moved his eyes to Lawrence. “You don’t deserve my mom.”

“I wish you rot in hell.”

“Mom, I miss Uncle Jimmy. Tell him don’t feel sad for me when you see him.”

“Mom, I love you…” that’s last thing Amelia heard Leigh said. Then the kidnappers just pushed him off

the cliff.

“Leigh!”Amelia roared, desperately. Then the kidnapper set her free and left, taking Lillian as hostage

with them.

Hysterically, she scrambled to the edge, “Leigh.”

“Come back to mom, Leigh.”

She stretched out her hand as far as it could get, as if that would take her child back. But all she could

see beneath was only foggy mist.

Blood and tears obscured her vision, turning the white veil of mist into a bloodred cloud.

In her trance, time went back to when her younger day. She could hear Lawrence whispering to her ear

fondly.

Lawrence, I dream to be the best perfumer in the world. What about you?

I dream to be the best husband in the world, your husband.

Numbly, Amelia raised her head. What then?

Then he gave her up,, gave Leigh up, for Lillian.

Then she lost her husband, and Leigh lost his father.

Lawrence, at the end, you shatter our dreams.

Lawrence, at the end, you become someone else’s.

She could feel pain grasping her heart, strangling her from breathing. But she somehow could shed no

tear.

Slowly, she stood up, staring into the abyss beneath her numbly. Suddenly, she smiled.

That’s a smile so beautiful that shamed the sun.

She was so close to the edge, but she kept moving forward.

“Leigh, you won’t be alone. Wait for mom, mom’ll come with you.”