My Vengeful-Ex

Chapter 21

Christina

"What about Aiden? Is he okay?" I asked in a panic.

"He was jumping on the couch, and the next second I know, he was on the floor, passed out after falling from it. George and I are on our way to the ER with him," she answered.

Aiden had fallen from the couch and now was unconscious. What if it was something serious? What if something happened to him? He had a habit of jumping on the couch, and I had stopped him a lot of times from doing it, but he never listened. I could pray he was going to be okay.

"Which hospital?" I asked Pol without wasting any more time.

Aunt Pol told me the name of the hospital, and I told her I would be there as soon as I could.

I was about to go back and ask Logan for permission to leave, but he and Jonathan walked out of the conference room along with the others. It required all my restraint not to break down. My baby was in the ER, and I was stuck there.

What if Logan didn't allow me to leave? What was the reason I was going to give him for leaving early?

"Is everything okay, Ms. Williams?" Jonathan asked when he noticed my shaken state.

"I need to leave. There is an emergency at home," I replied to Jonathan, then looked at Logan.

Logan's gaze stayed fixed on me, and his expression was thoughtful. My heart rate increased as I waited for his answer.

"What kind of emergency?" Logan inquired.

"A friend of mine is in the ER," I lied.

"Okay, you can leave," Logan said nothing further as Mr. Parker approached our trio.

I hurried out of there before Logan could change his mind and began asking more questions. It was a miracle that he agreed without any objection. It might be he had his fill humiliating me that day.

When I reached the hospital, Aiden was awake, and Aunt Pol and George were with him. He talked to them as if nothing had happened, and I nearly got a heart attack worrying about him.

"Hi, Mom," Aiden cheered, seeing me.

"Hey, baby," I sat on the edge of his bed and pulled him into my arms, "you scared Mom."

"It was nothing. I am a strong boy," he flaunted his non-existent biceps, pulling his sleeve up.

"I know how strong my boy is, and I am so proud of you," I said, then passed Pol and George questioning glances.

The doctor chose to enter at the exact moment, and I was glad I would have a first-hand report about Aiden's condition.

"I guess you are the mother," the doctor addressed me.

"Hi, yes, I am his mother," I replied, settling Aiden back on the bed.

"I am Tanner Blakely, your son's doctor," he held his hand for a handshake.

"Christina Williams," I gave him my introduction, accepting his hand.

"There is nothing to worry about. His head scan came out to be normal, apart from a minor concussion. You can take him back home," he said in his professional tone, dropping my hand.

Thank God.

I sighed in relief. I had been scared to death, worrying if his injury was something serious. However, seeing him chatting with George had somewhat lessened my worry. I had no idea what I would have done if something happened to Aiden.

"Thanks, Doctor," I replied with a grateful smile.

"Have a nice day. The papers will be ready in a few minutes at the reception," the doctor said and then left. 

"Thank God," Pol sighed the moment the doctor left.

Aiden stood up on his bed and started jumping in happiness. I grasped his arms and pulled him down, making him sit on the bed.

"No more jumping on the couch or bed," I reprimanded him.

"But Mom," he pouted in the cute way that always melted my heart.

"Aiden, I think one visit to the ER is enough to last a lifetime for me," I glared at him, making him behave for now.

It was almost evening by the time we reached home. I checked my phone to find texts from Sam and Joan inquiring why I hadn't returned with Jonathan from the meeting. I texted them back, telling them about Aiden, and then readied a bath for him. While Pol checked up on Mom, who was watching some dance show on her cell.

Mom was a ballerina before she met Dad, and they fell in love. She still harbored a love for all forms of dance. She used to teach ballet at a studio before she was diagnosed with cancer.

I went to Mom after I bathed Aiden, and he got busy playing with his toys.

"How is Aiden?" Mom asked.

"He is fine, back to being his usual self," I replied and settled beside her.

"You look tired," she remarked, assessing my face.

"Yeah, I had a rough day at work," I replied.

"Is Jonathan still giving you trouble? I still think you should report him to HR," Mom looked at me with resentment. 

Mom knew about Jonathan and had always insisted that I report him, but I knew it wouldn't bring out any results.

"Mom, it won't get me anything apart from losing my job. Jonathan owns half the company and is managing the other half in Roger's absence," I replied in a wearied tone, not wanting to go through the same thing again.

"It's all because of me," Mom replied sadly.

"Come on, Mom, stop blaming yourself. It's not your fault that the economy is going through a recession, and there are no good jobs. Neither is it your fault that Jonathan is a pervert," I held her hand in mine and stroked her knuckles with my fingers.

"You can try to pretend all you want, but I know your current situation is because of me. Because I couldn't take a stand for you," Mom said.

Crap.

She was going down the guilty lane again. No matter how much I tried to assure Mom it wasn't her fault, she would never agree. I was worried her guilt would only worsen her condition.

"What would you like to eat for dinner?" I tried diverting the topic.

No matter what I said, Mom would be firm in her opinion, so it wouldn't bring any results even if I argued with her, apart from getting her riled up. The doctor said stress was not good for her in her current condition.

"Whatever you would like to cook," Mom replied, then closed her eyes.

The next day, Logan called me to his office the moment he arrived. Warning bells began ringing in my mind. He might not have pressed me yesterday in the presence of Parker and Jonathan. But I knew he was surely going to interrogate me today.

When I entered his office after he permitted me, he stood leaning against the edge of his desk at the front. The moment he noticed me entering his office, his stance turned predatory.

"You asked for me, Mr. De La Roche?" I inquired after wishing him good morning and got a curt nod in acknowledgment.

"I did," he answered and pointed to the chair at his side, "take a seat."

I covered the distance between the chair and me with my legs weighing a ton each and then settled on it.

"What can I help you with, Mr. De La Roche," I tried to keep my voice firm while shaking internally.

"Which friend of yours was in the ER yesterday?" 

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