The Reclaimed Rose (Annalise and Steven) novel Chapter 5

What?

That short sentence left me in shock. I struggled to comprehend what I had just heard.

I stared at Steven in disbelief. Hadn't he said he took Zachary to his mom's place?

His mom knew about Zachary's health and would never let him eat something that could upset his stomach. So, why was Zachary in the hospital? And more importantly, how did Jessica know about his condition?

"Which hospital?" Steven hurriedly picked up the clothes he had dropped and quickly got dressed.

Jessica's voice trembled on the phone as she cried out the name of the hospital.

Worry for Zachary propelled me to follow Steven as he rushed out. Only then did he notice me.

I could sense my expression was dark, teetering on the brink of a meltdown, yet I managed to rein in my anger.

He opened the car door and got in, while I slid into the passenger seat beside him. We sat in silence for the entire 20-minute drive.

The chaotic thoughts flooding my mind gradually became clearer as the minutes passed.

So, Steven had been telling me he and Zachary would sever ties with Jessica while secretly taking Zachary to her. To distract me from noticing something was off, he had even used wanting another child as an excuse to keep me occupied.

I turned to look out the window.

It seemed like I was the only one in our family who wanted to restore our lives and live well together. Their hearts had already tilted toward Jessica.

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When we arrived at the hospital, I dashed straight to the IV room. In the vast space, I spotted Zachary all alone. He was leaning against the wall, clearly asleep.

I walked over to him. As I looked at his innocent sleeping face, a mix of anger and sympathy surged within me.

He was still so young and unaware of what was good and bad. Those so-called adults knew well enough about his sensitive stomach, yet they still indulged him, causing him to end up in the hospital repeatedly.

What infuriated me was that the very person responsible for his hospitalization had left him here alone, indifferent to whether he felt scared or not.

Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to stay calm and sat beside Zachary. I gently propped his head up against me to ensure he was comfortable.

"Annalise Jamison! Steven let you be a stay-at-home mom to take care of Zachary, and this is how you do your job?" A sharp accusatory voice sliced through the room.

I turned to see Steven's mother, Chloe Ashton, walking toward us.

She had just arrived, but to mask her own failures, she felt the need to attack first. "Under your so-called meticulous care, Zachary's stomach problems have been getting worse every few days."

Was she trying to shift the blame onto me?

Typically, I would endure conflicts with Steven's family, as I didn't want to put him in an awkward position. But Zachary was my bottom line. I couldn't compromise when it came to my child.

Fearing I would wake Zachary, I lowered my voice, though anger seeped through. "Chloe, you know who ruined Zachary's stomach more than anyone."

"I certainly do," Chloe retorted with a scoff. "Zachary spends most of his time with you. If you took good care of him, his stomach wouldn't be so weak that he ends up in the hospital for eating anything!"

I raised my head and locked eyes with her.

The frustrations I had bottled up for the entire afternoon finally exploded, and I growled, "But when I took care of Zachary, he never had to go to the hospital for stomach issues."

Chloe was rendered speechless. "You..."

I pressed on. "Since you mentioned wanting to see Zachary and asked Steven to drop him off at your place after work, his stomach issues have been getting worse.

"I warned you both not to give him just anything to eat. And what did you do?"