Chapter 5

Rushing into the house, I found Harvey on the ground, his stomach on the ground. “Harvey!” I called panicked as I ran to him, letting go of my bag.

I turned him around, placing his head on my lap. I tapped his cheeks lightly. “Harvey? Harvey, you're scaring, Mommy. Wake up, please,” I said in tears, but he didn't respond.

With shaky hands, I called an ambulance, and he was rushed to the hospital. An oxygen mask was placed over his nose as they tried to resuscitate him.

"What happened?” the doctor asked as we arrived at the hospital.

I shook my head frantically. “I don't know. He was meant to be in school,” I said.

The doctor nodded and went into the ward with Harvey rolled in. I paced before the ward, praying I didn't lose my son. I couldn't bear it. When the doctor stepped out, I rushed to him.

"What kind of mother are you? Aren't you aware of his allergies? Why give him a large amount of it?” the doctor scolded.

"No, I didn't. His meals are always sent and made correctly,” I said.

The doctor sighed. “He is safe now. Fortunately, you brought him in on time, but he would have to remain in the hospital for monitoring for a few days,” he said, and I nodded.

“Thank you, doctor,” I appreciated as I watched him leave.

I walked into ward and found a nurse checking on his IV. “Mommy,” Harvey called out softly.

I gave him a smile, taking a seat beside him. I took his hand and pressed a kiss on his forehead. “You scared, Mommy,” I pouted, holding back my tears.

“I'm sorry, Mommy,” he said.

“Tell me, sweetie. What happened? You know what you are allergic to. Why did you take them?” I asked.

“I didn't want to,” he pouted, tearing up.

“It's okay. It's okay. Don't cry,” I wiped the tears off his face.

“Were you forced?” I asked, my motherly instinct kicking up.

I didn't mind suing whoever did that. Harvey nodded timidly. "Was it your classmate? Are you being bullied?” I asked.

He shook his head. “Mommy said I should be brave. I have a lot of friends,” he said.

I smiled, caressing his face. “Was it a teacher? Mommy will handle it,” I told him.

“It wasn't my teacher. I ate grapes at home,” he said.

“There are no grapes at home, baby,” I said.

“Aunty Katherine bought them after taking me out of school. She told me you were waiting for me and we would go to the park. She gave me grapes. I told her I would fall sick, but she forced me to take it,” he sobbed.

“Mommy, Aunty Katherine hit me. She told me she hated me and wanted me to die. She was really scary, Mommy,” he said, and a knot formed in my stomach.

Katherine...

“... I'll handle Harvey,”

Katherine's voice echoed at the back of my head. Were they planning on killing my son? How could Benjamin be so heartless as to want his son dead all for some mistress?

I grabbed my phone and called Ben. Once. Twice. Thrice, but he didn't pick up. I sent him a text, telling him Harvey was hurt, but I was met with silence.

I clenched my fists, my rage building up. I turned to Harvey. "Sweetie, rest okay? Mommy will go get you some food,” I said, caressing his forehead as he shut his eyes.

I walked out of the ward, opening up the tracker app. Ben had installed it. He told me he did it so I could trust him. So we could trust each other. I never opened it.

He never gave me a reason to do so as he hid perfectly behind his mask, but I needed to know if they would really go that far to get what they wanted.

The pin fell on a location and got in my car and drove in that direction. It led me to a hotel. Even though parked, I remained in my car, staring at the building for a long time.

With a deep breath, I stepped out of the car and headed for the receptionist, who smiled professionally at me. “Miss Lucille, you didn't tell me you were coming in today,” she said.

I had once helped the CEO a few years ago on a case which saved him from losing his hotel. Every employee was very much familiar with me. “I need to know which room my husband is in,” I said, passing her a picture and a few bills.

The look of uncertainty spread through her face as she stared at the cash, then at my expression. "Do you want more?” I asked.

“I can't,” she said, then took out a key card, sliding it over to me with her palm covering it up.

I covered it with the picture in hand and gave her a curt nod in gratitude before heading for the elevator. The room number was on the key card, which guided me.

However, I didn't need it for the door as it was slightly ajar when I got to it. “Oh, you still are the best in bed,” I heard Benjamin say.

“Obviously. I'm not as old as your wife,” Katherine's voice reeked of mockery.

“Do not ruin the mood,” Ben said.

“Like she hasn't,” Katherine said. “I went through so much to get Harvey, yet she saved him.”

"We can always try again. With his death, it would be easy to get rid of her,” Benjamin said. “I only hope she doesn't figure out.”

Katherine scoffed. “Even if she did, she would brush it off again. She is so love struck she doesn't see what goes wrong in front of her. You burnt her house, yet she didn't fret and told you it was her fault,” she laughed.

“You've also fed Harvey things he is allergic to, and she didn't get mad. We can just apologize and she'll forget all about it,” she added.

I stumbled back, my chest aching. I didn't look into any of it because I trusted them. I trusted Benjamin. Harvey was his son. Why would I think he would put the house in flames to end his son's life?

I thought it was a mistake while he cooked. All Harvey's allergic reactions, gotten from Ben mistakenly giving something with grapes in it, were always pushed aside.

It was a mistake, I always told myself, but now I understood how wrong I was. I had put my son in this position, but I had to correct my mistake before it was too late.

I took one last look at the door and turned around, making a phone call. The moment the other person picked up, I said, “I agree to help you but on one condition,”