The Apple of My Eye novel Chapter 2142

Clark saw Melissa and greeted her immediately, "Grandma, I missed you so much!"

Melissa was so happy to have Clark back. She stepped forward and held Clark in her arms. "Clark, my sweetheart! You're finally back. Are you okay? My poor boy. You must have suffered a lot."

Melissa checked if Clark had any injuries, scanning the young boy from head to toe. She repeatedly asked if Clark was fine or if anything was feeling off.

Clark couldn't help but laugh at his grandmother's antics. He answered, "Grandma, I'm fine. I pretended to be sick to fool the kidnappers. I escaped once they were distracted."

Despite trying to sound as carefree as possible, Clark had no idea how he had been saved. He didn't know how he got back to his mother. He thought his scheme must have worked out, which made him feel proud.

Upon hearing this, Melissa was taken aback. "My brave boy, don't do it again! It's too risky to fool the bad guys! If they had found out you were fooling them they might have done something bad to you. And your father said you had a fever. Was this a part of your scheme?"

"Grandma, I got wet from the rain on purpose, so I..."

"Don't do that again. I was so worried about you." Melissa held Clark tightly. Overcome with emotions, her eyes brimmed with tears.

Sheryl's eyes welled up with tears as she watched the scene unfold.

"Mom, why did you come here so early? I was planning to tell you about it later," Sheryl said as Melissa tried to control herself.

Melissa's hand caressed Clark's cheeks. "How could I fall asleep? I had nightmares all night. Oh, forget it. What's important is that Clark is back and safe. By the way, how did you find Clark? Charles didn't say anything on the phone.

"It's a long story, Mom. I'll tell you later," Sheryl said.

Placated, Melissa remembered she had brought breakfast with her. She opened the cover of the lunch box, and the smell of chicken porridge filled the room.

Sheryl helped Melissa put all the dishes on the bedside table, filling two bowls with food. One for herself and one for Clark.

Sheryl used a scoop to stir the porridge, cooling it down before handing it over to her son.

After the porridge had cooled down, Sheryl started to feed Clark. But before she could continue, Melissa stopped her and offered to do it. "Let me feed Clark. Eat your own."

Sheryl nodded.

Before Melissa could resume feeding Clark, the young boy gasped. "Ouch! My head!"

Sheryl was startled and turned to look at her son.

Clark fell back on the bed, rolling with his head buried in his hands as if he was in extreme pain.

Scared, Melissa put the spoon down and hurried to help Clark up.

But as soon as Melissa touched Clark, he pushed her away. "Don't touch me! Your touch feels painful."

The two were shocked. What had just happened?

Although overcome with anxiety, Sheryl tried to sit still and observe Clark.

"Clark, tell me what's going on? Which part hurts?" Sheryl asked, concern lacing her voice.

Meanwhile, Clark was rolling on the bed, clearly in pain.

Seeing her son in pain, clutched Sheryl's heart in a vice grip. She couldn't just stand there while her son suffered. Rushing out, she hastily called a doctor.

As Sheryl turned to call the hospital staff, Melissa clutched at her arm. Frantic with worry, she asked, "Sheryl, what should we do?"

"Mom, I'm going to call the doctor. Stay here and look after him," Sheryl said. She hastily turned and left the room.