Allergies

Third POV

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"You" Henry slammed his fist into the wall, fury flowing through his body. His blood boiled and his teeth ground together as he fought to keep his rage under control.

"I'm sorry, boss," Adonis stammered. "I tried my hardest to get her to stop, but she wouldn't listen."

Henry let out a contemptuous laugh. "Your best wasn't even good enough."

He just didn't want Abigail to worry, and he was sure he could handle the situation on his own. But he was furious with Adonis for telling her.

From the corners of his eyes, he saw Abigail approach him with teary eyes, it was obvious that she had been crying.

That was something he never wanted to see as it made his heart ache.

"Where. is. he?" She asked, her voice breaking as she spoke.

Her eyes wandered around the empty corridor and she gave up in the end.

Henry was the only one who could tell her what had happened to her son.

He drew her in close, and she rested her head against his chest, her body trembling. Henry held her tightly