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Chapter 5

ผู้เขียน: Holly Winter
"We extracted these from the child's pajama lining. They're likely the allergen behind the fever and convulsions," the nurse announced.

The revelation stunned us; Chris's raised hand halted mid-swing, his fury etched in stone.

I spun toward the nurse, my heart pounding. "What kind of allergen?"

She held up the bag to the light, squinting. "Feather fragments with unusual texture, resembling peacock down. Sparse but ultrafine, embedded in the threads. They don't appear natural; edges look delib
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  • The Dispatcher's Crime and My Vengeance   Chapter 10

    Chris wasn't lying after all.His hand wrapped around mine, giving me warmth. "What happened? Tell me more."I glanced at Wesley's peaceful slumber, then back to Chris. My sharpness dulled. "I had a long nightmare. No ambulance came, and Wesley died. You blamed me, and we split. I got your invite to marry Tessa. Her voice matched the dispatcher's. Then I woke up, back to the fever night.""What invite?" Chris blanched. "Wesley is vital here. I'd never..."He paused, narrowing his eyes. "Tessa boasted about her cousin's wedding business in the group chat. If she targeted Wesley, forging an invite to shatter you fit her malice..."He left it hanging, but we both got it.After prolonged quiet, he resumed gravely. "I'm sorry. In that dream, I abandoned you, and reality nearly echoed it. The shame is on me."His eyes rimmed red as he continued, "I can't prove it was just a dream, but Wesley is here. You're here. We're together."He cradled my face, pressing his forehead against mine

  • The Dispatcher's Crime and My Vengeance   Chapter 9

    "Instead of supporting you and our son, I doubted and dismissed you," Chris continued, looking pained. "When Tessa dropped those hints about the feathers, I wavered and actually bought her crap about you cracking under stress. I'm such a fool."He bowed his head, his fingers raking his hair as his shoulders quaked. I stayed quiet, observing. Only Wesley's rhythmic breaths filled the space.After a while, I spoke. "Do you know what I thought when the ambulance never came and Wesley went cold in my arms?"He snapped upright, bewildered. "What do you mean?"I shook my head, skipped the rebirth's absurdity, and narrated as if from another's tale. "I wondered if I'd screwed up, giving the wrong address, or if I just wasn't a worthy mom. Later, you blamed me, and everyone else believed it was my fault. I internalized the guilt, convinced I'd caused his death. We divorced, and I hollowed out until your wedding invite hit."His pupils dilated in horror. "What invite? I've never..."I rai

  • The Dispatcher's Crime and My Vengeance   Chapter 8

    Chris's features hardened like forged steel, his veins pulsing with fury. "Anything left to say?""I..." Tessa collapsed to the floor, defeated.Looking away, I turned to address the dazed doctor and incoming guards. "That's how the allergen infiltrated. Call the police."Just then, medics rolled Wesley out, his vitals stabilized.I held his warming, slumbering form, tears pricking my eyes. This time, I'd successfully protected my baby.Sirens wailed closer, and two officers marched in, their faces stern. The doctor murmured a briefing, directing their focus to Tessa."She's framing me!" she babbled amid sobs. "Those videos are fabricated. She envies my bond with Chris and aims to ruin me.""Ma'am, calm down," interrupted one of the officers. "Come with us for questioning.""No, I'm innocent!" Tessa protested, whirling to Chris. "You know my heart. I wouldn't squash a bug. It's Irene, deranged, scheming to eliminate me and monopolize you. Her antics tonight prove it; you witnes

  • The Dispatcher's Crime and My Vengeance   Chapter 7

    The video clip was soundless, but it hit harder than any accusation.Gasps rippled through the hallway."Holy hell! It was really her!""Utterly ruthless—crippling their escape!""And she played the saint so convincingly!"I pocketed my phone, fixing Tessa's pallid face with a level stare. "You slashed the tire, severing our path to self-rescue."Panic flickered across Tessa's features, but she rallied, lifting her chin defiantly. "Fine, I slashed the tire in a moment of weakness. Your smug superiority grated on me. Chris deserves better than returning exhausted to your constant drama."She rattled on hastily, redirecting toward petty grudges. "But prove I tainted the boy's clothes with peacock fluff? Please! The footage captures the tire sabotage, not a home invasion or child tampering."She spun to the doctor and onlookers, her voice cracking. "Everyone, be fair. She likely snagged the fluff during her mayonnaise borrow, then unwittingly passed it to her son. Now she pins it

  • The Dispatcher's Crime and My Vengeance   Chapter 6

    "Oh my God, a mom endangering her own kid?""Remember her rampage earlier—shoving, slapping, and resisting every call for aid.""Postpartum depression terrifies. My cousin nearly jumped off a bridge with her baby.""No surprise she's unhinged. Assaulting the helper, no less."The chatter swelled, bolder by the second, until Chris's command sliced through. "Enough! My wife would never harm our son!"I stared at him, astonished. Why champion me? Shouldn't he align with Tessa?His expression mingled regret and resolve as he faced me. "Tell me what really went down tonight? I trust you."Tessa's weeping stuttered; she gaped at him in disbelief. "The proof's right there. Those feathers on Wesley's clothes trace back to my place. She unraveled all night. She...""And?" Chris interjected firmly. "She is the mother of my son. She carried him for nine grueling months, endured a C-section's torment, and labored through hours of pain to deliver him."He turned to Tessa, his gaze pure scr

  • The Dispatcher's Crime and My Vengeance   Chapter 5

    "We extracted these from the child's pajama lining. They're likely the allergen behind the fever and convulsions," the nurse announced.The revelation stunned us; Chris's raised hand halted mid-swing, his fury etched in stone.I spun toward the nurse, my heart pounding. "What kind of allergen?"She held up the bag to the light, squinting. "Feather fragments with unusual texture, resembling peacock down. Sparse but ultrafine, embedded in the threads. They don't appear natural; edges look deliberately sheared."Peacock down? My thoughts raced to Tessa's perpetually ajar door, where vibrant peacock plumes perpetually adorned her entry vase.The attending doctor, Alfred Spence, hurried over. "For children with sensitive lungs, peacock down acts as a fierce trigger. Intense contact can ignite sudden fevers, seizures, or worse. Any such items in your house?""Absolutely not," I declared, my glare piercing Tessa. "We've never allowed bird feathers anywhere near."Tessa cradled her chee

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