<b>Chapter </b><b>52</b><b>: </b>Leo’s <b>Confession </b>


    <b>Chapter </b>52: Leo’s Confession


    <b>(</b>Olivia’s POV)


    <b>I </b>saw Rhondaing downstairs to find Leo, so I went up to meet her. We needed to discuss his care arrangements now <b>that </b>he would be staying with me at the apartment.


    Suddenly, when I walked up to her, I felt a force from behind, and my body suddenly lunged forward, just as Rhonda caught me.


    “Luna!” Rhonda gasped, steadying me with both hands.


    After I regained my bnce, I turned around to see what had happened. Leoy crumpled on the ground, his small head having struck against arge protruding stone in the garden path.


    Blood flowed freely from the wound on his forehead. Because he was still so young, his healing abilities were weak, making the injury look terrifyingly severe.


    “Leo!” I screamed, rushing to his side.


    I was terrified beyond words. My hands shook as I knelt beside my unconscious son, seeing the crimson stain spreading across the stone beneath his head.


    “Everyone, we need to get Leo to the Crimson Infirmary immediately!” I ordered, my voice cracking with panic.


    “Rhonda, inform Eleonora and Theodore right now!” Imanded as Alistair appeared, drawn by my screams.


    I took Leo from Alistair’s arms, cradling my son’s limp body against my chest. Agnes rushed to support me as we hurried toward the pack vehicle.


    The four of us climbed into the car with Alistair taking the driver’s seat. I held my unconscious son tightly, tears streaming down my face as he weakly stirred. <fn6e05> Official source is Find1Novel</fn6e05>


    “Mommy, it hurts,” Leo whispered, his voice barely audible.


    I pressed tissues against his wound, trying to stem the bleeding. “Agnes, call Theodore immediately. Tell him to have the best healers standing by at the infirmary.”


    My hands were stained red with my son’s blood, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was getting him help.


    On the road, Leo’s eyes fluttered open briefly. His small voice was filled with pain and regret.


    “Mom, I’m sorry, I was wrong. I…”


    I interrupted him, my <i>voice </i>gentle despite my terror. “Shh, Leo. I know it wasn’t your fault. Someone taught you wrong things, made you be harsh toward Iris and favor that mysterious little girl.”


    I stroked his pale cheek with trembling fingers. “When you grow up and be smarter, you’ll be able to distinguish right from wrong. I know my Leo is the best.”


    <b>Then </b>his eyes closed again, and he lost consciousnesspletely.


    At the Crimson Infirmary, I rushed into the emergency room with my child. The healing team was already assembled and waiting, their faces grave with concern<b>. </b>


    They immediately transferred Leo to a treatment bed and pushed him into the healing chamber. The doors sealed shut with a soft hiss, leaving me staring at the glowing barrier that separated me from my <b>son</b>.


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    <b>Theodore </b><b>and </b>Eleonora arrived <b>within </b>minutes, both breathless from running. Eleonora’s face was flushed with anger and


    <b>worry</b><b>. </b>


    “How could you let this happen?” she initially scolded Alistair, Agnes, and Rhonda. “You were supposed to be watching


    him!”


    <b>“</b><b>Mother</b>, please,” I interrupted, my voice hollow. “I should have secured Leo’s position before talking to Rhonda. This is my


    <b>fault</b>.”


    Theodore immediately moved to my side, his hands gentle on my shoulders. “Olivia, this wasn’t your fault. <b>It </b>was an ident. These things happen with pups.”


    His voice was soothing, but I could see the worry etched deep in his features.


    After what felt like an eternity, the healing chamber lights finally dimmed and the medical team emerged. Dr. Aris Lowell


    approached us, her expression reassuring.


    “Luna Olivia, while Leo’s forehead wound looked severe and caused significant bleeding from hitting the stone, it’s not


    actually serious,” she exined professionally.


    “We’ve treated the wound with moonlight herb and the bleeding has stoppedpletely. However, we <i>need </i>to keep him for observation for two days to monitor for anyplications.”


    Relief flooded through me, though worry still gnawed at my heart. “Can I stay with him?”


    “Of course,” Dr. Aris nodded. “But you should also rest. You’re pregnant and need to take care of yourself too.”


    Theodore and Eleonora both urged me to rest in the adjacent room. “Olivia, you’ve been through enough stress today,”


    Theodore said gently.


    “Think of the baby,” Eleonora added, her voice softer now. “You need to protect your unborn pup.”


    I reluctantly agreed when I felt a dull ache in my abdomen. They were right – I needed to be careful for my daughter’s sake.


    But sleep wouldn’te. After tossing restlessly for an hour, I quietly returned to Leo’s room. The door was slightly ajar,


    and I could hear voices inside.


    I paused outside, listening to the conversation between father and son.


    “Leo, you scared your mother terribly today,” Theodore was saying, his voice stern but loving. “She was crying and shaking. You can’t do things like that.”


    Leo’s small voice was thick with tears. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I was wrong. It hurts so much when I fall down. If mom fell down, it would probably hurt this much too. I promise I won’t push Mommy again.”


    My blood ran cold. Push? He had pushed me?


    Theodore’s voice sharpened. “Why did you push your mother, Leo? Tell me the truth.”


    Leo’s confession came out in a rush of guilty tears. “Grandma said if Mommy fell down, the little baby would be gone, and Rosie coulde back.”


    My heart stopped beating.


    <b>“</b>Grandma? Is it Eleonora?” Theodore was very surprised.


    Leo shook his head while crying.


    “What other Grandma do you have besides Eleonora?” Theodore looked at Leo angrily.


    “She said she was Rosie’s grandma and my grandma too,” Leo continued, his voice breaking. “Daddy, please <b>don’t </b><b>tell </b>


    Mommy. She’ll never forgive me.”


    The world tilted around me. My own son – my five–year–old baby – had deliberately tried to push me to harm my unborn daughter. All for the sake of Theodore and ra’s child.


    The revtion hit me like a physical blow. My face went pale and severe abdominal pain struck me like lightning.


    I copsed to the ground, feeling warm liquid flowing from my body. When I touched my thigh, my palm came away instantly stained red with blood.


    “Blood…” I whispered in horror.


    The father and son, who had opened the door upon hearing the sound of my fall, stared at me in terror.


    “Livvy!” Theodore shouted my name.