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.

behave better," Mrs. Smith

isn't teaching him a lesson-it's just being cruel!" Emma said, her voice

anger.

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

children by scaring them and locking them in the dark," Emma said

know what's best for this family," Mrs. Smith said, acting like

147 son, and you won't tell me how to raise him," Emma shot

that

stood in the fancy hallway, neither one

how to be a good

never to touch my son again," Emma reminded her, standing

neither one wanting to give in. Emma felt

this family," Mrs. Smith

I'll protect him from

going?" Mrs. Smith called after

taking my son somewhere safe, away from you," Emma said, carrying Henry out of that horrible place. She was done letting anyone

hospital. The bright lights and clean halls felt safer than the dark mansion they'd

Henry

promising herself that she would never let anyone hurt him again. The machines in the room made quiet beeping sounds as they kept track of Henry's health. Emma

doctor came back with good news: with some medicine, Henry's fever would go down, and he would feel better soon. Emma held Henry close while the nurses gave him his medicine. Even though the hospital room was cold, Emma's hugs

night went on, Henry's fever started to go away. When the sun came up the next morning, Emma watched her son sleeping peacefully. The hospital had become a safe place where they could start

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

set, painting the sky in shades of orange and purple, Emma had lost track of how long she'd

barely above a whisper, cracking slightly 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 little less scared, like finding a sturdy rope when you're about to fall. Richard had always been good at staying calm in difficult situations, one of the

tears that threatened to spill down her cheeks. The hospital room's fluorescent lights buzzed faintly overhead as she gathered 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 to echo in the quiet room, bouncing off

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, the sound of keys jingling, and a door

way.

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