The Billionaire's Mistake

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 tabout 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 stime.

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 needed to learn a lesson. He needs to behave better," Mrs. Smith said, like what she did was perfectly fine. "This isn't teaching him a lesson-it's just being cruel!" Emma said, her voice shaking with anger.

"You're too easy on him. Children need strict rules," Mrs. Smith said, looking down her nose at Emma.

"He's only three years old! You don't teach children by scaring them and locking them in the dark," Emma said firmly.

"I know what's best for this family," Mrs. Smith said, acting like she was in charge of everything.

"This isn't your family to control. He's 147 son, and you won't tellhow to raise him," Emma shot back. Emma wanted to hit Mrs. Smith for being so mean, but she knew that would only cause problems later if she had to fight for custody of Henry.

The two women stood in the fancy hallway, neither one wanting to back down.

"You think you know how to be a good mother?" Mrs. Smith sneered.

"I told you never to touch my son again," Emma reminded her, standing tall and strong.

They stared at each other, neither one wanting to give in. Emma felt stronger than she ever had before, ready to protect Henry no matter what.

"You're ruining this family," Mrs. Smith said nastily.

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

"Where do you think you're going?" Mrs. Smith called after Emma as she turned to leave.

"I'm taking my son somewhere safe, away from you," Emma said, carrying Henry out of that horrible place. She was done letting anyone hurt her little boy.

Emma took Henry straight to the hospital. The bright lights and clean halls felt safer than the dark mansion they'd left behind. When they got to the emergency room, the doctors and nurses quickly cto help them.

Chappie 97 Henry is Hurt The doctor was kind and careful as he checked Henry over. He found that Henry had a fever, probably from being so scared and upset. Emma sat next to Henry's bed, holding his hand and 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 stayed right beside him, never letting go of his tiny hand. She was going to make sure he was safe from now on.

The doctor cback with good news: with smedicine, 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 kept Henry warm and safe. Through the night, Emma stayed awake, singing soft songs to Henry to help him sleep. Her quiet voice mixed with the sounds of the hospital machines, showing how much she loved her little boy.

As the night went on, Henry's fever started to go away. When the sun cup the next morning, Emma watched her son sleeping peacefully. The hospital had beca safe place where they could start to heal together, away from the people who had hurt them. Chapter 98: Calling Richard Emma's hands trembled as she dialed Richard's number on her phone, her fingers barely able to press the right buttons. The bright screen glowed in the dimly lit hospital room, where the only other light cfrom 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 alive, he wasn't well.

The room smelled of disinfectant and clean sheets-that distinct hospital smell that made everything feel sterile and unwelcoming. Outside the window, the sun was starting to set, painting the sky in shades of orange and purple, Emma had lost track of how long she'd been sitting there, watching over her child and gathering the courage to make this call.

"Hello, Richard?" Her voice cout 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 many things Emma appreciated about him.

Emma took a deep breath, fighting back 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 the pale green walls.

There was a pause on the other end of the phone the kind 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, the sound of keys jingling, and a door closing, telling her he was already on his way.