Perfect Husband, The Destined One novel Chapter 5077

As the words rang through the air, Ambrose smiled bitterly and said in a serious tone to Heather, "Heather, I know you feel awful for the poor child, but we can't send him back. I'm sorry."

"The Dragon King Island's far too dangerous. None of us will be able to leave if we go back."

At the words, Heather frowned as she fell into thought. She knew that Ambrose and Neil were telling the truth and that they would be as good as dead if they were to go back.

However… to forcefully separate a child from his mother was something she could not bring herself to do.

A few seconds later, Heather said, "Alright, Ambrose. If we don't send the baby back, promise me one thing." As she spoke, she fiddled with the blanket the child was sheathed in.

Ambrose smiled. "I know what you mean. You're worried I'm going to hurt the baby. Well, that's not something you have to think about at all. His parents may be beyond evil, but I won't hurt a single hair on the child."

At the words, Heather heaved a sigh of relief internally as she smiled. "You're wonderful, Ambrose." As she spoke, she gently laid her body against Ambrose.

Ambrose smiled lightly, holding her in his arms as warmth spread through his chest.

Uhh…

At the sight, Neil scratched his head and walked off purposefully.

After making a round around the island, Neil returned with a solemn expression on his face. "Hey, you two. Cool it with the canoodling. The boat got washed away by that storm, and we might not be able to make it out of here."

At the words, Ambrose let go of Heather immediately with a bashful expression.

Heather's face flushed as well, her shyness was breathtaking.

The next second, Ambrose quickly walked over and looked in the direction Neil was pointing at. All that could be seen was that the boat that Forsythe had come in was obliterated against some rocks by the shore, the pieces scattered on the sand.

As for Forsythe, he was nowhere to be found. It seemed that he had been washed away by the ocean.

Crap.

At the sight, Ambrose began to grow anxious.