The Billionaire's Mistake

Chapter 96

MISTAKE 96

hapter 96: Henry is Hurt

Emma rushed through the big mansion where she lived, following the sound of her little boy crying. Her heart was beating fast as she hurried to find her three-year-old son Henry. Every cry she heard made her run faster, worried about what she might find.

Her hands shook as she tried to put the key in the door. The house was quiet except for Henry's cries, which seemed to bounce off the walls. The whole place felt heavy with worry, like the air before a storm. Emma had been nervous for a long time about things at home, but hearing Henry cry like this made everything worse.

When she finally got inside, the house was dark and gloomy. Shadows stretched across the walls as Emma followed the sound of crying. Her footsteps echoed as she walked quickly down the hallway, getting closer to where Henry's cries were coming from.

The cries led her to a small, dark room at the end of the hall. Emma's hand trembled as she reached for the door handle, which felt cold against her skin. Her heart was pounding as she wondered what she would find on the other side. When she opened the door, the room was so dark she could barely see. Henry's cries were louder now, and Emma had to squint to make out anything in the darkness. There, in the corner, she saw her little boy curled up and scared.

'Mommy's here, sweetie," Emma said softly, trying to comfort him. She turned on the light, and what she saw broke her heart. Henry's face was wet with tears, and he looked so small and frightened in that dark room. The air smelled stale, like the room hadn't been opened in a long

time.

Emma ran to Henry and picked him up, holding him close. He was shaking, and she could feel his little heart beating fast against her chest. As she held him, she promised herself she would protect him from anyone who tried to hurt him.

She carried Henry out of the dark room quickly. He started to calm down a bit in her arms, his

crying getting quieter as she held him tight. The scary hallway didn't seem as frightening anymore with Henry safe in her arms.

The playroom, which should have been a happy place full of toys and fun, had been turned into something scary. Emma couldn't believe someone would lock her little boy in there alone in the dark.

"Henry," she called softly, but he just whimpered in response. She hugged him closer, feeling angry and sad at the same time.

As Emma was leaving the playroom, she ran into Henry's grandmother, Mrs. Smith. The old woman looked at Emma with cold eyes, like she was angry at them for causing trouble. "What's all this noise about?" Mrs. Smith asked in a mean voice.

Emma felt anger building up inside her. "Why did you lock Henry in that dark room?" she

demanded.

He needs to behave better," Mrs. Smith said, like what she did was perfectly

just being cruel!" Emma said, her voice

anger.

too easy on him. Children need strict rules," Mrs. Smith

old! You don't teach children by scaring them and locking them in the dark," Emma said

this family," Mrs. Smith

control. He's 147 son, and you won't tell me

mean, but she knew that would

fancy hallway, neither one wanting

think you know how to be a

you never to touch my son again,"

in. Emma felt

family," Mrs. Smith said

isn't part of your family, and I'll protect him from anyone who tries to hurt him,"

Mrs. Smith called

said, carrying Henry out of that horrible place. She was done letting anyone hurt

Henry straight to the hospital. The bright lights and clean halls felt safer than the dark mansion they'd left behind. When

97 Henry is

Henry's bed, holding his hand and promising herself that she would never let anyone

him his medicine. Even though the hospital room was cold, Emma's hugs kept Henry warm and safe. Through the night, Emma stayed awake, singing soft songs to Henry to help him sleep. Her quiet voice

The hospital had become a safe place where they could start to

the right buttons. The bright screen glowed in the dimly lit hospital room, where the only other light came from the soft overhead lamp and the blinking medical machines. Sitting in an uncomfortable plastic chair that squeaked whenever she moved, Emma watched her son sleeping peacefully in the white hospital bed. His small form seemed even tinier against the large pillows and crisp sheets, his chest rising and falling with each breath. The steady beep of hospital machines filled the silence, a constant reminder that although her son was

was starting to set, painting the sky in shades of orange and purple, Emma had lost track of

with emotion. She tried to stay calm, but the worry in her voice was impossible to hide. Her free hand clutched the fabric of her wrinkled skirt, knuckles turning white from the tension. "Emma, what's wrong? I can hear something's not right," Richard answered quickly. His steady voice helped Emma feel a

her thoughts. "It's my son, Richard. He's in the hospital. I found him locked in a dark room at home, and he has a fever." The words felt heavy as she said them, making the horrible situation feel even more real. Each word seemed

of silence that feels like it's holding its breath. Then Richard spoke with determination, his voice firm and reassuring, I'm coming over. Stay with him. I'll be there soon" Emma could hear rustling in the background,

way.

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