NOVPUBChapter 1087: 502 Wind Evil_1 Chapter 1087: 502 Wind Evil_1 An anxious expression finally appeared on Isabella Foster’s typically calm and serene face as she took the child from his mother’s arms, gently patting his back.
“Don’t cry, Alexander, mommy is here,” she murmured.
Perhaps sensing the familiar scent, the child’s sobbing subsided somewhat, though he hadn’t ceased crying entirely.
Isabella was desperately worried, her eyes brimming with tears of concern and love.
Kelly Martinez clenched her fist, her gaze unwaveringly trained on the distorted face of the child, not wanting to miss a single second of his struggle.
Aubree Groove gently patted Kelly’s shoulder, then took a step forward.
“Let me examine him,” she said.
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The mother jumped forward, blocking Isabella’s way and looking suspiciously at Aubree.
“You’re no doctor.
What can you do?
Are you a child trafficker?”
The suspicion wasn’t completely unwarranted – child trafficking had lately become all too common.
There was a close call the last time she went out with her son, where they nearly became victims.
Since then, she had become a little over-vigilant.
Isabella looked at Aubree.
The sincerity and warmth in her eyes were persuasive.
“Can you…can you treat children?” she asked.
“I have a basic understanding of medical techniques.
We can’t just let him cry like this.”
The girl before her seemed young, yet her demeanor was composed and mature.
Helpless, considering the increasingly inconsolable child squirming in her arms, she passed him to Aubree.
Aubree gingerly took the child.
The toddler was somewhat larger for his age and already impressively robust – weighing what felt like over twenty pounds.
Aubree’s arms, though slender, were strong, but Isabella was still somewhat fearful, worried she might not be able to hold him.
To her surprise, Aubree held the child steadily, gently patting his back.
Miraculously, his cries began to cease, and he gazed at Aubree with wide, bright eyes.
Isabella was taken aback; the child was usually slow to take to strangers and would cry when anyone apart from family held him.
Yet, in Aubree’s arms, he was unusually calm.
Relieved, Kelly Martinez, standing behind Aubree, silently let out a breath of relief.
She shot Aubree an affectionate look she’d never seen before.
Aubree looked down at the child in her arms.
His face was undoubtedly beautiful.
It was said that by three years old, one could guess what kind of adults they would grow up to be.
Despite being barely two, his face hinted at the future heartthrob he could become, especially with those sparkling eyes full of mischief.
A sense of familiarity washed over Aubree as she looked at his face.
The child reached out with chubby hands, attempting to grab Aubree’s hair while he gurgled.
Aubree smiled.
“Alexander, that’s not ok,” she said.
The child stared at her in surprise, seemingly understanding, and released his grip.
Isabella marveled at this rare sight.
The child usually loved to do the opposite of what he was told.
She never thought he would listen to Aubree.
This surprising behavior was as strange as the sun rising from the west to her.
Aubree picked up the child’s left hand, which was curled into a fist.
When she made eye contact with Alexander and smiled, he instinctively unfurled his fist.
Taking a closer look, she then examined his tongue and eyes, turning to ask the mother, “What has he eaten recently?”
The mother, confused, replied, “Nothing unusual.
Just like every day, I fed him pumpkin porridge this morning.
He always has a good appetite and ate an extra bowl today.”
Eager for an explanation, Esther demanded, “What’s wrong with my child?”
Aubree asked another question: “How has his sleep been recently?”
The mother sighed, “Alexander hasn’t been sleeping well lately.
He keeps waking up in the middle of the night, crying incessantly.
We did go to the hospital for a checkup.
The doctor assured us he’s healthy and developing better than average.”
Esther massaged her furrowed brows with worry, “I just don’t understand why he’s behaving this way.”
The mother added, whispering, “I suspect he may have been affected by some malevolent presence…”
Before she could finish her sentence, Esther scolded her, “Don’t talk nonsense!”
The mother sheepishly lowered her head.
Kelly, noticeably agitated, walked forward and asked Aubree, “Why is he acting this way?”
Aubree was busy making faces at the baby, eliciting giggles from him.
“Show me the child’s bedroom,” she requested.
Esther hesitated before finally gesturing, “This way, please.”
If a child was so trusting of a stranger, she must have been decent at heart.
With that thought, Esther decided to believe her, at least this once.
The backyard was a Quadrangle Courtyard enclosed on three sides, with a brick skylight in the middle.
The entire courtyard was blooming with flowers, while clothes were hung across the railings under the eaves – clothes belonging to the child, the mother, and even a grown man.
The meticulously kept and tidy environment was full of the warmth of domestic life.
This was a testament to the house’s mistress, a woman gifted with both creativity and kindness.
