There He Is Again, My Ex-Husband (Julian and Amelia)

Chapter 860 Heartbroken

And just when Daisy went to get the medicine box, Susan struggled to get up from the ground and ran

out of the door. Susan didn't expect the baby to get hurt like this. Knowing the seriousness, even if she

was about to break her back, Maisie had to rush.

Maisie's face was pale, holding the baby with blood all over his face and rushing out. Daisy went after

her, and no one cared about Susan.

However, Susan was also unlucky. When she had just struggled to run downstairs, Susan met Carl,

who arrived in a hurry.

Although Carl did not know Susan, he could quickly tell Susan was not a good person with his

professional instincts, and her panicked look clearly showed that she had done something disgraceful.

So Carl immediately went forward and stopped Susan, "Stop, what are you doing!" Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

"Why? Who do you think you are?" Susan spat and went around him, intending to escape.

Daisy and Maisie who were holding the baby rushed out of the elevator. When Daisy saw her son

stopping Susan, she immediately said, "Carl, control her. Don't let her go! She hurt Ezio. I've already

called the police. Turn her over to the police later."

Maybe it was karma. No one could expect Susan to be caught by Carl.

Hearing his mother's command, Carl immediately held Susan down tightly. Susan struggled hard to

break free. However, Carl was a professional wrestler. He held her easily and she completely couldn't

move.

Daisy was relieved when seeing Susan being controlled and went to the hospital with Maisie.

On the way to the hospital, Maisie was holding the baby and was shaking badly. Daisy had never seen

Maisie so out of control since she knew her for so long. Maisie had always been sensible, calm, and

elegant, even somewhat indifferent.

But now she was pale and haggard, which made Daisy distressed and feel self-condemned.

If she hadn't been careless and let Susan sneak in through the door, this wouldn't have happened. If

Daisy hadn't fallen for Susan's trick and left the baby alone, Susan wouldn't have had the chance to

have Ezio.

Thinking about this, Daisy felt guiltier. But she knew it was not time to apologize. Maisie was upset and

if she apologized now, it would make Maisie feel worse.

When Ezra called, Daisy and Maisie had just arrived at the hospital emergency room. The doctors and

nurses took Maisie and the baby to check and clean the wound, while Daisy waited outside the

debridement room.

Hearing that Ezra was also in Grafstin, Daisy somehow felt securer.

Ezra soon arrived at the hospital. The doctor just cleaned the baby's forehead wound, and Maisie held

the baby out.

Maybe he was tired of crying, the little baby had fallen asleep in Maisie's arms, and there were limpid

tears hung in the corners of his eyes. His hair was all wet, certainly because of the sweat that was

forced out by pain and crying.

As for Maisie, there was full of blood on her hands, and her clothes were also stained with blood. She

looked pale, the blood forsaking her cheeks. Ezra was heartbroken. The pain made him clench his

hands.

He must make Diana, that old witch pay dearly.

It was obvious that Diana was the one who led all these behind the scenes, especially the idea that

after Susan entered the house and deliberately hit on Daisy to force her to put down the baby. Susan

wouldn't be that smart to come up with such a sinister idea, so she must be directed by Diana.

Ezra repressed his hatred for Diana, went up to Maisie, and said gently, "let me hold him."

"No," Maisie took a step back and warily refused.

After the terrifying experience, she didn't trust anyone now, and only when her son was in her hands

did she feel steady and at ease.

Ezra could feel the shadow in her heart and be quiet in an agony about her.

He coaxed in a low voice, "Maisie, I will never hurt him!"

The reason why Ezra wanted to take the baby over was that he saw Maisie's hands were shaking all

the time. Ezra was not afraid that she would not be able to hold the baby, but he was just worried that

she was exhausted.

Maisie's arms were indeed shaking. From picking up the baby and rushing to the hospital, to holding

the baby to let the doctor bound his wound, and till now the baby in her arms asleep, she had never let

the baby leave her hands. Maisie was so tired that her arms were certainly aching and shivering.

It was said that being a mother was tough. Many women were extraordinarily strong after becoming

mothers. At this moment she could not feel tiredness but only knew that she had to hold the baby

tightly to protect him, and no one could snatch him from her again.

The baby just cried so much when debridement. Maisie was heartbroken, and her tears also spilled

out.

Ezio was just a little baby, and it was not his years to be naughty and active, so he had not suffered any

injuries. But this time his forehead was broken and had a big laceration with several stitches.

Understandably, Maisie's heart was bleeding.

It was not too much to say that half her life was lost.

Maisie insisted on refusing to give the baby to Ezra. Ezra had no choice but to stay with them to protect

them all the time, mainly in case anything happened to Maisie.

She was in really bad shape.

Considering the fact that the baby was rudely thrown out and his head was hurt, the doctor suggested

taking a CT of the baby's head to see if there were symptoms of concussion.

When Maisie was holding the baby and headed to the CT room, in the elevator Ezra still forcefully took

the baby from her hands.

"Don't try to be strong at this time, you and Ezio can't take it." Ezra gazed at the woman's pale face and

coaxed in a low voice, Maisie puckered her lips tightly and did not insist on holding the baby.

Ezra holding the baby finished all the checks after that. The final result was that the baby had a mild

concussion, and Maisie's eyes were red again immediately.

But the doctor said the symptoms are mild and do not need treatment. They could temporarily observe

at home.

The most important thing was to take good care of the baby's forehead wound. Such a little baby had

little consciousness, and when he felt uncomfortable, he would certainly scratch it.

The baby woke up on the way back. Maybe he was too frightened and the wound hurt, the little man

who was originally smiling all day now was crying that heart-wrenchingly. Even Ezra such a strong man

felt grieved, let alone Maisie, the mother.

In the back seat, Maisie was trying to put the baby to sleep again. Ezra felt the hostility in his chest rose

to the extreme.

The baby cried for a long time and then fell asleep in Maisie's arms again.

Ezra took him over in his arms, looking down at the little man's little face. His nose and eyes were red

because of crying for so long. Ezra helplessly whispered, "Hey, man, I know you are a little hurt, but

you are a little strong man, be strong, okay?"

"No more crying."

Every time you cried, your mother was heartbroken, and your father was also heartbroken. These were

the words from Ezra's heart.

Ezra coaxed the baby in his own way. And the baby slept peacefully in his arms.

Maisie leaned back in the back seat without saying a word. Ezra could not see through her heart and

he didn't know what she was thinking. He was worried then and did not hold back, reaching out a hand

over to try to hold her cold hand.

What pleased Ezra was that this time Maisie did not reject.