All Chapters of Wrong From the Start : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The hospital smelled like antiseptic and fear. Tessa ran frantically inside, looking around like a lost seeker with Grayson by her side. “ Come.” He said, already heading for the front desk but she beat him to it. Panting with fear. Her hands had begun shaking again, her eyes batting as she felt closer to the answer that would either shatter her or relieve her. “ Hi.” She breathed. “ I.. I am looking for Tyler.” “ Tyler what ma'am?” The nurse asked. “ Tyler Beaumont.” Grayson quickly answered, his chest pulling tight upon seeing how worried and unsettled she was. The nurse typed quickly. “ Third floor. Last room.” Tessa did not wait, she sprinted. Grayson followed, slower, watching as panic consumed her completely. By the time she reached the third floor, her lungs were burning. She raced to the last room, but a nurse was exiting the room, stopping her midway. “ How can we help you ma'am?” “ I .. I received a call..” she swallowed, her voice cracking. “ Tyle

Shivers rushed through Blake's skin, but before it could settle any further, he received a business call. He scoffed at Bennett even though something about him felt wrong, but he had no time to dwell. He picked up the call and excused himself.Leaving Ciara and Ben alone in the hallway. Her heart was beating faster now. “ Don't.. provoke him.” She muttered.Ben shrugged, biting his lips. “ Just saying my queen is better than England’s.”She rolled her eyes, fighting back the blush that threatened to appear on her cheeks. But they turned pink anyway.Nurses appeared just then, pushing the patient’s food over. “ It's here.” “ I'll stay here,” Ben said, staying behind as Ciara followed them into the ward.“ Food is here, Tyler.” She announced. “ The nurses said you'd need to have this for your medication.”“ Oh.” Tessa mouthed.Tyler's face pulled together; it wasn't like an

Grayson blinked, feeling awkward as he had no idea what could be wrong or could be the reason behind that totally not genuine ‘Sooo okay’ and ‘ laughter.’‘ Did I.. do something?’ he pondered, then noticed Joyce was nowhere in sight.“ Where's Joyce?” He asked, cluelessly.Tessa scoffed in disbelief, her fingers curling beside her. Then she let out a fake chuckle and shrugged her shoulder exaggeratedly. “ How am I supposed to know? I'm not her guard.”Grayson's brows furrowed again, this time, he narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “ O…kay…” he wanted to ask what was going on with her unusual responses, but the dagger-like glare he was getting made him shut his lips tightly, as if any more words from him could put him in total danger.‘ But am I not the one who should be upset about her wanting to feed my brother?’ he frowned as he thought to himself.But just then, her stomach grumbled and his frowning face

[ Note: Chapter is emotionally heavy, it contains scenes of child abuse and may be distressing for some readers. ] | 16 YEARS AGO: FLASHBACK | It was a harsh, sunny day, yet the house felt colder than it does during dusk. Not the kind of cold that crept into your skin from the air, but the kind that lived in the walls, watching, waiting. Grayson felt it the moment he stepped through the door, his fingers still curled loosely around the strap of his schoolbag. Behind him, his younger brother stumbled in with a muffled whimper. “Stop crying,” Grayson muttered under his breath, not turning. “You’ll make it worse.” But Tyler couldn't. Blood had drained in thin, ugly streaks along his lip, and his sleeve was torn where someone had dragged him across gravel. His breathing hitched —small, broken sounds that seemed too loud in the suffocating quiet of the house. From the sitting room, Grayson heard it, the small sounds of the approaching steps. All that was all the warning they got.

[ Still 16 years ago: Flashback still ongoing ] Shoved to a nanny to take him to his room, the maid's heart sank as she looked at him. Thin and pale. Dry and cracked lips. His eyes were barely open. His legs were barely standing on their own like he was on the verge of collapsing. His stomach grumbled loudly but he wasn't even blinking. Without saying anything, she took him to his room. “ I'll have your meal ready now, young master.” She muttered softly. “ No need. I have to prepare for school.” His voice, barely a whisper, said. The maid gulped hard. “ It's.. weekend.” Grayson's body froze, shivers washed down his veins but he was feeling too dizzy to even look up at her. But he tried, his head shaking as he turned.“ What did you say?” His breath trembled, but watching the way the maid hung her head low, refusing to look at him, he realized she was telling the truth. He has been locked in for almost four days. If today ends, it'll make it four days. He nodded his h