Worst Fear 124

Chapter 124 

Lydia 

“What are you doing? Why are you kneeling?” I was uncomfortable with the image. I tried to pull my hand away from his. He was still in the white bottom- down shirt he wore yesterday. 

“How do I ever make up for this?” His words sound forced, nothing like the Mason I know. 

“I don’t have time for this. Liam is injured, and I have to be with him.” I explained. Given that he was here, I know whatever made him come had to be serious. However, right now, every other thing can wait. 

My son sprained his arm, and I have to be with him. “Liam is hurt?” This seemed to have gotten his attention. I nodded, “I need you to get out of my way so I can drive in.” I said, walking back to my car. 

I drove in. Mason came in with me. His eyes looked distant, as if he had lost something. We were about to step into the sitting room when I stopped him. “I want to see him too.” A look of worry clouded his eyes. 

“You can’t go in looking like this,” I said calmly. I don’t know what is wrong, but I don’t want him appearing in front of the kids looking like this. “Fix yourself and come back if you are worried about Liam.” My eyes sweep past him, “or you’ll worry him.” I added so it doesn’t seem like I was being mean. 

He leaned on the wall, “I want to speak to you.” “Not after I see that Liam is fine.” 

“I know. You can see him first.” His voice grew weak with each word, “but I won’t be moving an inch if I don’t speak to you.” He said. Now my heartbeat quickened. What did he want to say to me that was so important? 

“Liam is important to me, but right now, you come first. I’ll see him after I speak to you.” I nodded. I had no time to argue with him. 

“Alright, I’ll be back once I ensure the twins are fine,” I said, and dashed in. 

Liam is not in the sitting room like I expect he’d be. I rushed up the stairs, taking them two at a time. Just like I suspected, he was in Mom’s room. I 

pushed open the door and stepped in. 

“Mom, Liam,” I called out. Three pairs of eyes turned to me; they seemed to be engrossed in a conversation before I came, but stopped immediately 

when they saw me. 

Liam lay on the bed with Melanie and Mom seated on both sides. He has a cast on one hand. 

“What happened? How did he sprain his hand?” I asked, throwing my purse aside as I rushed towards the bed. My questions were directed towards Mom. 

“You came?” Mom looked surprised to see me while Melanie leapt out of bed and ran towards me. She wrapped her hands over my legs, and I hugged her back. I held her tiny arms, and together we walked to the bed. 

“What’s wrong with him?” I sat on the edge of the bed and adjusted to be close to him, “Oh my sweet baby, you must be in so much pain.” Liam smiled a 

bit too widely for someone in pain. 

“No, it’s not that painful. I’m a strong boy.” He declared. 

“His teacher called and said he hurt his hand while playing football.” Why would they allow a kid of his age to play football? As if mom heard the question I asked in my mind, she said, “Kids play like this all the time. It’s nothing new.” 

I turned to Liam. “You should have been careful, I leaned towards him to brush the strands of hair on his face. “It must have hurt a lot.” 

“It did, but it’s fine. Logan said this happens all the time and that it will make me stronger when I next play.” Oh no, there may not be a next time. 

“Who is Logan?” I asked. 

“He’s a friend,” Melanie answered. 

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“Mason said he wants to play with us. So I was practising. If I beat him in football, then, I’m better than him in everything. He wasted. 

At the mention of Mason, I was reminded that he was standing at the entrance waiting for me.. 

After ensuring that Liam was fine, I left him in Mom’s care and walked out. Mason was now seated on the floor, his knees drawn close to him, and ha 

softly. His head jerked up towards me, “Hey” I said. placed his head on his crossed hands. I tapped his 

“How is Liam? Is he hurt badly?” I shook my head. Although he didn’t come in because of the way he looked, the care in his voice was evidence that needed to be convinced that Mason did care for my boy. 

“Not too bad, you’ll see for yourself when you get in.” Right now, I’m more curious as to why he was in this position. He rose up to his full height, wiped 

the back of his trousers. 

“So, you wanted to speak to me.” I reminded him, and we walked away from the entrance of the house. “I hope it’s important,” I added: We came to a stop and turned to face each other. 

He inhaled sharply, not able to say a word for a while. When his eyes landed on mine, tears rolled down his cheeks. Now, he was beginning to make me 

worry. 

Was this because of the breakup? Did he realise he loved Julia after he let her go? If so, why was he here with me and not with her? Or is this about his company? No doubt this would have affected his company. 

From what I heard, Mr. Everett had pulled out, and so have some of those he recommended. 

His lips began to move, but no word came out. “Come on, say something.” I encouraged him since he was being reluctant. 

“I… you didn’t… Zoe told me…” his words were incoherent. He stopped, and in a heartbeat, he pulled me into a hug. He pressed me to his chest and kept whispering he was sorry. 

I placed my hand on his chest and pushed myself back, freeing myself from his embrace. If he wasn’t going to tell me what was wrong, he might as well leave right now. 

I pointed at the gate, “It’s either you tell me what’s wrong or you walk out through that gate.” 

He dropped on his feet for the second time and started speaking. 

I listened with rapt attention as he spoke. This was a past I’ve tried hard to forget. “I had no idea, I know I failed you, and you have every right to be angry. 

“he pleaded. but please,” he pressed his hand together and rubbed them, “find it in your heart to forgive me.” 

My head felt heavy. I took one step back. I was back to that day. 

Blood. 

It was everywhere, on my hand, on my shirt. I remember the struggle and the intense look of hatred in Zoe’s eyes as she pulled the trigger. 

“I am wrong and should have listened to you. I’ll spend the rest of my life repenting.” 

“But you almost killed me. I have proof that it was you,” I said as my chest tightened, overwhelmed by the intensity of his claim. I know he had no idea about his mother’s lies, but it was him who decided to divorce me, not his mother. Even after I begged him, he still threw the divorce papers in my face and asked me to sign them. 

And I did. 

“I promise, I didn’t. When I heard you were dead, I was heartbroken. Words can’t describe how I felt, I regretted letting you go. 

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“You expect me to believe that?” I questioned eyes red from unshed tears. “I have your pen, if it wasn’t you, then how was your pen there a me s 

“My pen?” 

“Now you are going to pretend you didn’t know?” 

“I swear on my mother 1- 

“On your mom? The same woman who started this whole mess?” You’ve got to be kidding me. His mom wasn’t worth swearing on. 

“If my pen was there, I have no explanation for it or how it got there. But you can ask Mary, your cellmate, about this. She’ll tell you the truth 

“No, I don’t need to ask anyone,” I said. I turned my eyes away as tears fell down. Pointing to the gate, I yelled, “Get out. Right now. Without waiting for him to leave, I turned back and walked into the house as fast as my legs could carry me. 

After shutting the door, I pressed my back against it and slid down, burying my head in my pain, I wept.