There's No Turning Back (Elara and Harvey) novel Chapter 2

Niamh turned to Harvey and made a playful face. "Elara misunderstood us again. I'll go explain everything to her."

"There's nothing to explain. She's just too sensitive."

Harvey's expression remained indifferent as his gaze shifted to the half-eaten birthday cake Elara had left behind. His brows were knit.

With Harvey's final word on the matter, the tension in the room eased. Elara storming out wasn't a big deal anyway.

The others chimed in agreement. "Elara's just upset. Harvey can calm her down when he gets home."

"Exactly. There's no way she'd actually divorce Harvey. Everyone knows Elara almost gave her life to have his kids."

"Who knows, she might already regret walking out the door!"

"Come on, let's eat the cake! By the time Harvey gets home, Elara will probably be standing at the door like a loyal wife waiting for her husband!"

Harvey's brows relaxed as he imagined Elara timidly standing by the door, cautiously trying to please him.

Meanwhile, Beau savored the cake Niamh had brought him. The creamy sweetness filled his mouth. It was even beginning to numb his tongue, but he didn't care.

It felt so good that his mother wasn't around to control what he ate anymore.

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When the birthday party ended, Harvey reclined in the car, resting with his eyes closed. The light from outside flickered across his face, casting alternating shadows and illumination.

"Daddy! I'm getting itchy!" Beau's small voice broke the silence.

Harvey opened his eyes and turned on the overhead light. Beau's face was flushed, and he was scratching himself incessantly. Even his breathing was labored and uneven.

Harvey pried Beau's hands away and saw red rashes spreading across his neck. He was having an allergic reaction.

Harvey's expression remained calm as he pulled out his phone and dialed Elara's number.

The call connected, but before he could speak, an automated voice said, "The number you're calling is currently unavailable."

A sharp glint flashed in Harvey's narrow eyes. Their son was having an allergic reaction, and Elara wasn't picking up?

"Drive faster," Harvey ordered the driver. "Take us back to the Fisher residence."

Once home, Harvey carried Beau inside. His eyes instinctively darted toward the entryway, but it was empty. Elara wasn't waiting there as she usually did.

Mary Anderson rushed over, and she quickly noticed Beau's discomfort. "What's wrong with Mr. Beau?"

"Allergic reaction," Harvey answered curtly as he removed his shoes.

"How could he have an allergic reaction? Mrs. Fisher has always been strict about what Mr. Beau eats," said Mary.

"Where's Elara?" Harvey's steps didn't falter as he headed into the living room, still holding Beau.

"Mrs. Fisher and Ms. Bambi went to stay at her parents' house tonight."

A cold aura enveloped Harvey's features.

Was Elara seriously throwing a tantrum at a time like this? Did she think the Fisher family couldn't manage without her and that he'd come begging for her to return?

"Where are the allergy medications?" His voice was steady, with no hint of emotion. Even so, it carried a pressure that made Mary instinctively shrink back.

"I don't know." Mary's response earned her an icy glare from Harvey that made her shudder.

She quickly added in a small voice, "Mrs. Fisher is the one who handles the medicine cabinet."

There was an incident where Mary had failed to properly store the medicine, leading Beau and Bambi to mistake pills for candy. Thankfully, they had only ingested vitamins and narrowly avoided a serious incident.

However, Elara had scolded Mary harshly for it. Yet Mary complained to Harvey's mother, Ethel Foster, and Elara ended up receiving criticism from her as well.

From that point on, Elara had forbidden Mary from touching the medicine cabinet.

The family doctor, Taylor Keller, administered a shot to Beau an hour later, and the rashes subsided.

Beau lay weakly on his small bed. His eyes were brimming with tears that he refused to let fall.

Harvey stood at the bedside with his arms crossed, and his tall figure looked as rigid as a pine tree. His icy demeanor radiated an oppressive aura that made Beau clutch his blanket tightly.

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