Chapter 179
179–The Fingers Point At Me
Madeline:
“Excuse me, I’m trying my best. You all keep dragging me into unnecessary problems and arguments. I’m only one person. I have to take care of my children, you caused drama, and also the sickness, ” I snapped at him, feeling blood rush through my veins.
“ It seems like you use that excuse too often. Maybe you have too many priorities. Maybe you care too much about bringing humans here rather than caring for your own children,” he replied.
His words hit harder than I expected. My throat started to burn the moment I wanted to cuss at him.
I wanted to say all the wrong things I had learned in the human world, but I grunted softly and brushed past him, refusing to waste time arguing when I should be looking for my daughter.
I heard him come after me.
He was following close behind, probably waiting to find my daughter in a condition he could use against me to prove she was dangerous.
But I did not care. I would see for myself. My first priority was to find my daughter.
“Elara!” I called out, scanning every direction. “Elara, baby, where are you?” I shouted.
I reached a small row of shops and rushed into the nearest café, pushing the glass door open.
A few people inside looked up from their meals as I stepped closer to their tables, checking corners and peeking behind chairs.
There was no sign of her. Some people might have thought I had lost my mind.
I hurried back outside and checked the parking lot next to the building.
Lord Eldon followed after me the entire time.
He spoke to people, asking if they had seen a little girl and giving them Elara’s description.
I leaned between cars, bending down to look under them. The space beneath smelled like oil and dust.
“Elara!” I called out again, louder this time, until I started coughing.
When I stood up, anxiously rubbing my palms, I saw Lord Eldon point toward the street.
“There is a park nearby. Children go there all the time,” he uttered.
I began to follow his direction, running, pushing myself toward it.
The closer we got, the more anxious I became.
It felt like I was heading in the right direction but at the wrong time.
I could not explain the feeling, but it was there.
The park had swings, slides, outdoor activities for children, and some benches for parents.
I reached the park, and the leaves rustled under me as I stepped forward quickly.
Then my steps halted.
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A child was crying in the distance. I knew my daughter’s cry, and this was not her.
But it was the child’s words that caught my attention.
“She pushed me! She pushed me down the swing!” the little boy screamed at the top of his lungs.
A bad feeling hit me. Lord Eldon tried to move faster than me, but I knew I had to get there first.
I reached the clearing and saw a little boy on the ground near the swings.
It looked like he had fallen hard. I already knew who had pushed him.
Other children were scattered around the park, some at the slide, some on the grass, none close enough to witness anything except the boy himself.
I rushed to him and knelt down, pulling him up gently to check on him.
As I did, I cupped his face carefully and checked his arms, hands, and neck for injuries.
Thankfully, none were visible. I guessed he was shaken by whatever Elara had told him.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay, okay?” I told him softly. “Tell me what happened. Who pushed you?” I asked, wiping the tears from his cheeks.
“There was a girl. She pushed me,” he cried in hiccups, unable to form a full sentence.
I looked up and saw Lord Eldon staring at me.
His eyes were fixed on me, full of disappointment and judgment.
He said nothing, but the look alone made my stomach tighten.
Before the boy could say anything more, a woman rushed across the grass.
“This is my son. Is he okay?” she cried out, pulling him from my arms.
“He is shaken, but he is okay,” I said as I straightened and got back on my feet, rubbing my fingers together anxiously.
The woman started to hug her child, and thankfully she did not say much.
I guessed she thought it was just children playing and hurting each other.
Or maybe she believed her son had fallen on his own.
But I still needed to find Elara, so I began running again, searching for her.
This time, Lord Eldon stepped right into my path, blocking mẹ.
I stopped before I could bump into him.
“Do you still want to argue that your child is safer than other children?” he asked, not letting go of a single chance to make things harder for me.
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