The Apple of My Eye

"What? Did you abduct him?" Vicky asked, pretending to be surprised.

"Do you think it is my own child?" Rob shouted, glaring at Vicky.

Hearing Rob's words, Vicky smiled and said, "I have to say you care about him very much. After all, a kid shouldn't be blamed for his parents' fault. Don't you agree with me?"

Rob noticed that Vicky behaved a little weird. She had always been extremely self-centered. But now, when she was about to be killed, she was showing so much concern about a kid. It was quite strange for someone like Vicky.

Rob fixed his eyes on Vicky, trying to scrutinize her face to spot something suspicious. However, Vicky had already noticed Rob's stare and guarded herself by pretending as if nothing had happened.

When Rob could not be certain about anything by reading Vicky's face, he decided to let it be. In any case, Vicky was just counting her breaths. Once Alva came back with the medicine, this damnable woman would be breathing her last in no time.

At the thought of this, Rob looked at the closed door behind him.

Rob was getting increasingly anxious because of Alva's delay in coming back with the medicine. 'Where has Alva gone? It has been a long time, and he should have been back now. But why hasn't he come back yet?' Rob wondered.

Vicky had started to become uneasy by then. She knew that Rob had started suspecting her. She had suddenly become too actively caring, which raked Rob's suspicion towards her. 'Why haven't Sheryl's men reached here yet?' Vicky thought in her mind.

Every passing moment felt very heavy on Vicky. On top of that, Clark lying lifelessly made her all the more anxious. She could do nothing apart from praying that the rescuers reach them as soon as possible. Although Clark's fever had come down, children's physical conditions were prone to have a relapse. What if his fever relapsed again?

There was an awkward silence in the room, with each of the men being preoccupied with their respective thoughts.

Just then, the faint sounds of someone's footsteps could be heard from the door.

Vicky was the first one to hear the noise. She looked around as soon as the noise reached her ears. Immediately, she moved to stand in front of Clark to cover him.

Vicky was aware that if Rob noticed an alarming sign, his first instinct would be to cause harm to Clark.

Rob's turned his head as soon as he heard the noise outside the door, so he didn't notice what Vicky was doing. Abraham followed the queue from Rob, and both of them walked towards the door. Just as they were about to reach the door, they heard Alva's voice.

"Boss, I am dying," Alva said in a choked voice.

Rob narrowed his eyes and listened carefully. He concentrated on the sound to get a clue if there was anyone else present apart from Alva on the other side of the door. But he could not make it out properly. Rob hinted at Abraham, signaling for him to go out first.

Abraham nodded and unfastened the lock of the door quietly.

Abraham stepped out of the room, keeping a close eye on either side. However, no sooner did he leave the room than he disappeared. There was an uncanny silence set outside the room that made Rob alert about the impending trouble.

Noting that something was wrong, Rob was about to turn around and run to Clark, who was lying on the bed. But before he could do that, he heard Vicky shout for help behind him.

Right at that moment, the old wooden door was flung open, and two men dressed in black jumped into the room like ghosts.

Noticing it, Rob hurriedly went to grab hold of Clark. However, before his fingers could even touch Clark's clothes, a flying knife launched at him.

"Ah!" The knife plunged into Rob's arm, cutting into his sculpted biceps, and immediately blood started gurgling out.

The two men rushed to Vicky and Clark. One of them lifted Clark in his arms, while the other man supported Vicky. Rob held his right arm and rolled on the ground. In just a few moments, Charles and Sheryl entered the house. "Clark!" Sheryl exclaimed excitedly as she saw her son lying motionlessly in the arms of the man in black. Sheryl rushed to Clark and touched his face with trembling hands. She found that his little face was slightly hot and a little red.

"What... What's wrong? What happened to Clark? How did he get a fever?" Sheryl asked, looking worried.

Vicky explained hurriedly, "Sheryl, Clark had caught a cold and then got a fever. I have brought his temperature down. You'd better take him to the hospital right away."

Hearing what Vicky had said, Sheryl felt relieved. She took her son from the man and walked straight out of the room.

By this time, everything was clear to Rob. It turned out that Vicky had stabbed him in the back.

"Rachel! I am appalled by your audacity!" Rob screeched out Vicky's real name on purpose.

Vicky remained undeterred in the face of Rob's wrath because she knew that Rob could not harm her anymore. Instead, she looked at Rob calmly and asked, "Why? What's wrong? If you can make use of me and plan to murder me, why can't I treat you in the same way?"

Rob was trembling with rage. But he could do nothing.

Sheryl approached Charles with their kid in her arms. Charles took a look at Clark's face and asked his men to hold him. He then turned to Sheryl and said with concern, "Sher, take Clark to the hospital right away, and I'll be there soon."

"Okay, be careful." Sheryl nodded at Charles and walked out after taking Clark in her arms.

After his wife and his son were out of his sight, Charles slowly walked up to Rob, who was lying on the ground and cringing in pain.

Charles's formidable aura made Rob feel deeply terrified. Rob always had this secret desire to destroy Charles. But he had never expected that he would be overpowered by Charles. He turned out to be a loser in the battle that he had initiated.

However, he was not going to give up so easily!

Charles looked down at Rob as if he were looking at a petty bug.

"So? Do you give up?" Charles asked scornfully.

"Never! I won't give up! We won't lose!" Rob shouted in rage.

"Oh?" Charles smiled and asked, "So what is your next ploy?"

"You!" Rob was struggling with his frail confidence levels. Just then, Ferry's resentful face behind bars came to his mind, and he felt a surge of emotion in his heart. He blurted out in a fit of fury, "Who do you think you are? You are nothing in front of my boss. It is you who has made him go to jail. I will never forgive you. I will make you pay for it. I will never let you go."

"So you will make me pay for it. Is it?" Charles sneered, adding, "So what are you going to do now? Or, can you even do anything to me now?"

"Of course, I can't. But no one can save your son except me. And I won't help you unless you promise me something."

Had Rob poisoned Clark?

Charles's heart trembled at the very thought of it. How could anybody be so heinous to poison a small kid?

"You don't believe me, do you? You think he just has a fever, don't you? Ha-ha, you are wrong. Your son just has a high fever now. But in a few days, his nose will start bleeding. After some time, he will be unconscious, and then his internal organs will all have burned out. Let's wait and see! Your son will suffer along with my boss," Rob said with a sneer.

Rob fixed his sharp and cold eyes on Charles with a malicious look on his face.