Spoiled By My Bossy CEO Husband

Chapter 644 They Are Different

"I'm fine." Ralph held Lottie and shook his head.

"It's all swollen!" Lottie was very nervous and pulled him to find the first-aid kit. All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Ralph looked at Lottie intently.

Stella was shocked. She lowered her head guiltily.

"Daddy, I'm sorry."

Lottie found a burn cream and pulled Ralph to the sofa to sit down.

Ralph heard Stella's apology and reached out with his other hand to pat her head.

"Daddy is all right."

"But be careful when you play. It's fine if you bump into me, but what if you accidentally hurt Mommy or

yourself?"

Stella continued, "I know it. It won’t happen next time."

Fabian hurriedly cut in, "It's my fault. If I didn’t chase after Stella, she wouldn't have bumped into

Daddy."

Ralph was no longer that patient with his son. His face fell and said, "Of course."

Fabian had originally thought that he would get his daddy's forgiveness, but he didn’t.

"Daddy, you didn't say that to Stella."

Ralph said, "The living room is big, so it's not enough for you to be crazy. You did a bad job on taking

care of your sister. How can I give the company to you like this in the future?"

Fabian argued, "Daddy, I'm only five years old. Isn't it too early to talk about this now?"

Stella had climbed onto the couch and approached Ralph. "Daddy, does it hurt? Let me see?"

Ralph’s expression quickly softened as he said to Stella, "Of course."

"Bad pain goes away. Daddy will be fine." Stella said.

Stella’s sweetness made Ralph happy and amused Lottie.

Lottie helped Ralph apply medicine with more strength.

"It hurts!" Ralph pretended to be pitiful.

Lottie huffed lightly. She glared at him.

"Oh, you know that? Then why did you spill the soup on yourself?"

"I'm just afraid of hurting you and the child."

"If you sprinkle it on us, there will be no more than a few drops at most. But now? Is there any wounds

in your body?"

Thinking of this, Lottie was going to take off Ralph's clothes.

Ralph quickly stopped her, "I'm fine."

Lottie frowned. "Take off your clothes and let me check."

A few light coughs sounded from the side.

Lottie looked over and only then did she remember that there were guests at home.

She blushed and stopped talking.

Ralph said with a smile as he held Lottie's hand. "Ian, Miss Houghton, we'll go upstairs and change our

clothes first. You take the children to eat first."

Connie made an 'OK' gesture and grinned. "Go. As long time as you need. We will save you some

food."

Ian's expression had always been very serious. He was concerned about Ralph's injury, but he hadn't

stopped him.

"Excuse me." Ralph pulled Lottie upstairs, coaxing her as he walked.

Connie waved her hand at Stella. "Come on, Stella and Fabian, let's eat."

Stella and Stella went to the dining room together. Ian and Connie were left behind.

"Don't worry, Mr. Louis. The burn isn't too serious. Lottie will take care of it."

"Is that still not serious?" Ian asked defiantly.

Connie was stunned and looked at Ian in surprise.

She thought to herself, "He really cares about Ralph. They seem to be on pretty good terms."

She couldn't help comforting him. "Mr. Louis, you really don't have to worry. When Lottie was a

stuntwoman, injuries were mostly part of her daily routines. Those were much more serious than this,

but she was fine in the end."

Generally, Ralph should be stronger than Lottie, right?

Connie originally wanted to ease Ian. After all, things had already happened and his wounds had been

taken care of.

Ian suddenly said, "They are different!" These words completely stunned Connie.

Did he mean Lottie could get hurt, but his precious brother couldn't?

Connie narrowed her eyes grumpily. Before she asked, Ian continued, "Ralph wouldn't have been

injured if it weren’t for Lottie."

Connie couldn't hold her anger anymore. "Excuse me? Mr. Chapman did it to protect his wife and

children. How could he still be a man if he didn’t do that?"

Ian frowned. "Does a man have to bear all the pain? Lottie and Ralph have been together for so long.

Has she done anything that is good for Ralph?"

Connie was pissed off. "Yeah, your brother is a treasure. Then why doesn’t he give birth to his

children?"

Ian's face darkened. "Don't talk nonsense. It's obviously two different things."

"Oh, really? Then just cut the crap if he can’t."

Connie was furious. Ian looked like a decent man, but who would have thought that he would be such a

macho fool?

His own younger brother was a treasure, while others were just crap?

"Mr. Chapman hasn't said anything. It's not your position to judge."

Mr. Chapman had even said that Lottie lit up his life. Why did Ian think little of Lottie? Lottie gave birth

to Ralph’s children and cared so much for Ralph that she was almost hounded to death in order to get

the tape when Ralph was in a vegetative state. So, did Lottie ask for all of these?

The more Connie thought about it, the angrier she became, and her voice grew louder.

Of course, Ian would not allow her to scold him, so he retorted.

When the children looked back and saw them arguing, they were at a loss.

Ralph had just taken off his clothes and had yet to apply medicine when he heard the sound of a

quarrel downstairs.

"What's the matter?"

Lottie shook her head. "It seems that Connie is arguing with someone."

Ralph immediately found a set of clothes to put on and said, "Let's go down and take a look."

"You stay," Lottie stopped him. "I'll go and have a look."

"I'm fine."

"Ralph Chapman!"

Lottie was huffy. She was angry that he didn't care about his health at all.

Ralph coaxed, "Fine, I'll stay. Don't be mad at me."

Lottie huffed and warned him to apply the medicine carefully before going out of the bedroom. As she

walked down the stairs, she heard Connie roaring, "Ian, you're stupid jerk!"

Ian's cold and harsh voice followed. "Do you think you are very smart?"

"Alfred likes you. I'm even suspecting his taste."

Lottie knew that something was wrong and hurried down the stairs. And then she heard a sound of

Connie slapping Ian.