My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 1186

Amelia breathed a quiet sigh of relief and stood up right away. "I'll go check on him," she said.

Kevin grunted in response. Amelia had barely taken a few steps when he called after her. "What medicine are you planning to use?"

She opened her palm so he could see the ointment she’d picked up from the family doctor earlier.

Kevin shot her a serious look. "Did you mix that yourself?"

Amelia glanced at him, a little exasperated. "Grandpa, you act all tough, but you’re not really that harsh, are you? Why do you have to sound so fierce?"

She waved the bottle in front of him. "Dr. Cole prescribed this. Relax, okay?"

Kevin looked away and cleared his throat, putting on a calm face. "Alright, go ahead."

Amelia let out a soft huff, clutching the medicine, and headed upstairs, her slippers making little tapping sounds on the steps.

She opened Dennis’s bedroom door, and the muffled crying inside suddenly became heartbreakingly real. He was quietly sobbing, sniffling, his voice already hoarse from crying.

Dennis sat at his desk, a pen in one hand, wiping his eyes with a tissue in the other. The hand that had been hit was trembling, so he only dared to dab at his tears with his fingertips, too scared to press harder.

He sat with his back to Amelia, his small shoulders shaking. Every so often, he’d let out a hiccuping sob. He looked so small and helpless.

A little comfort was all it took for him to fall apart. His mouth trembled, and he pressed his face into her shirt, wailing. His cry was sharp and full of misery.

Right now, Dennis really did feel like the most mistreated kid in the world. His dad was gone. His mom had been taken by bad people. Grandpa wouldn’t help and even hit him. He still had to finish all those worksheets.

Amelia held him tight, letting him cry as long as he needed. She whispered soothing words and felt her shirt getting soaked with his tears.

She kept patting his back, but her eyes grew distant as she thought things over. Quietly, she pulled out her phone, snapped a quick photo of Dennis, and sent it to Andrew with a message.

Your son just got smacked by Grandpa. He found out about Isabella and threw a fit, begging for her to help, and now he’s been crying for ages. What are you going to do about it?