His Lethal Love by Monika Singh (book series for 12 year olds .TXT) 📖

It broke my heart to see two-year-old Caden playing with his toy and eight-year-old Clarence watching his mother with a puzzled expression. The children had no idea what his mother was suffering through. 

After putting her in the car, I got behind the wheel and headed for the hospital. I checked on Mrs. Davidson at the hospital a few minutes later. She had been taken to the intensive care unit. As I ran my fingers through my hair, I called my father and told him about Mrs. Davidson’s condition. His prayers are with her for a speedy recovery. 

“Please...” I shot my eyes at Camille when she pleaded with the doctor. I couldn’t make out what she was saying, but it seemed bad news.

Approaching her, I glanced at her before looking at the doctor. “What happened?” I asked. 

“Where is the patient’s spouse?” the doctor asked bluntly. 

“He’s out of town,” I said.

“Before we begin surgery, we need his consent.” 

My shoulders slumped as I glanced at Camille, whose long face was fixed on the floor. “How much time will she have?” 

“A few hours,” the doctor said. 

“I’ll arrange his flight within an hour,” I said, and Camille snapped her eyes at me in surprise. 

“You better do it right away because it’s about the patient’s life.” The doctor said curtly.

“Do you have any idea what you just said?” Camille chided as soon as the doctor left.

“I’ll try to contact your father.” I glanced at my phone. 

“His phone is not working, how are we supposed to get in touch with him?” she cried. “I have been trying to contact him for hours, but his phone is unanswered.”

“I’ll give it a try.” I entered Lee’s number into my phone, then held it up to my ear and listened to the long ring. Lee had worked for Mr. Davidson for over a decade. I had a good relationship with him since I helped him with his car repairs and took care of his three-year-old son, as well as my part-time job as a babysitter.  

“Hey, Scott, what’s up?” Lee replied as soon as he received my call.

“Where is your boss?” I demanded, sensing nervousness in his breathing. 

“What, why?” he stuttered slightly. “He’s in a meeting?”

“Is the meeting held in the bar?” I hissed and glanced at Camille, who was watching her mother through the glass window with tears in her eyes. 

“Scott…” he swallowed. “He’s having fun with a prostitute.” 

My jaw flexed. “Tell the bastard that his wife is dying in a hospital bed!”

“What!” Lee exclaimed. 

“She fell down the stairs and was seriously injured.” I frowned when he stopped speaking. I looked at the phone and saw he had already hung up. “Asshole!” 

“Can you tell me anything about my father?” Camille asked. Her weak and helpless eyes tore at my heart. 

“I spoke with Lee. Your father will be here in a few hours.”

“Really?” she blurted out.

It took me a while to give her a nod. I didn’t know how long Davidson would take to arrive here. If he didn’t show up, would beat the crap out of him with my own fucking hands. 

“Thank you,” she mumbled before turning around and walking off. 

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