Chapter 15

At the same time, Elysia had been whisked back to her new home by her three little heroes.

Just a short while ago, after the boys had finished their evening routine, they noticed she was missing and that the front door was ajar, which worried them sick.

Elliot checked the security cameras and discovered she had been abducted. Without wasting a second, he set out on a rescue mission.

Elysia was still unaware that it was her three sons who had rescued her, and her heart was still racing from the ordeal.

When the alarm sounded, she had dashed to the door. To her surprise, it swung open, and taking the chance, she bolted downstairs, only to be greeted by the sight of her boys.

The family of four quickly hailed a cab and headed home.

Once settled, Elysia took a deep breath and asked them, “How on earth did you three just happen to show up there?”

Elliot spoke up, “We realized you weren’t back and the landlady downstairs mentioned you’d been taken. We tracked your location and just as we got there, you came downstairs. What exactly happened, Mom?”

Elys… didn’t dwell on it and turned to Evan with a furrowed brow, “Evan, tell me the truth. Why did you scratch someone’s car?”

Evan blinked innocently, “Was it that jerk and his girlfriend who kidnapped you?”

“What jerk and girlfriend?” Elysia asked.

Evan fumed, “If I knew they’d pull some other stunt after what happened, I wouldn’t have let them off the train station so easy! They’re just asking for a beating! Mom, don’t worry about this, I’ll handle it!”

With that, Evan clenched his little fists and was ready to storm out.

Elysia grabbed him and pushed him down into a chair, her face stern, “What happened at the train station?”

With & pout, Evan realized he couldn’t keep it a secret any longer and spilled the beans about the entire incident.

Elysia was shaken to the core. She hadn’t known about any of this! She pulled Emmett into her arms to check for injuries.

Seeing the bruises that hadn’t faded yet, Elysia’s heart ached unbearably. Choking back tears, she asked Emmett, “Does it hurt a lot?”

Emmett, ever so sweet, tried to console her, “It doesn’t hurt, really. It stopped hurting a while ago, Mom.

Don’t be sad. Look, I can jump around and everything.”

To prove his point, Emmett hopped out of her embrace and did a couple of spins to show he was fine.

Watching her sensible little boy, Elysia couldn’t hold back her tears. She pulled Emmett back into a tight hug, her heart broke when she gently stroked the back of his head.

Out of her three children, Emmett held a special place in her heart due to his unique needs; besides the boundless love she had for all her sons, she felt an extra pang of tenderness for him.

“I’m so sorry, Emmett. I should have taken better care of you. I let you down.” She said.

Emmett shook his head, “That’s not true. The lady downstairs said I look well–fed; it’s clear you take great care of me.”

Holding Emmett close, Elysia comforted him for a long time before she rummaged through her suitcase and applied some home–made ointment to the bruises.

She then turned to Evan for a teachable moment, offering praise where it was due and criticism where it was necessary.

For example, she told him that a real man surely doesn’t cause trouble, but he shouldn’t be afraid of it either. While it was commendable to stand up for his brother, taking matters into his ow inds and damaging property without telling her was not acceptable.

She also put on a stern look while highlighting the dangers of playing with fireworks and telling Evan never to mess with them again.

Little did she know, it wasn’t fireworks at all, but a small bomb Evan had concocted himself.

To avoid upsetting his mother, Evan nodded repeatedly and showed the picture of obedience.

As for the reason behind the change of residence, Elliot concocted a plausible story which Elysia believed without question.

Later, Elliot inquired, “Did they give you a hard time, Mom?”