CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT: The Fight

Half an hour later, Jayden reached out to hold his mother's hand as he lay on a hospital bed in a private ward. "Don't look so sad, Mommy. It doesn't hurt anymore. I am fine."

Zara sniffed hard and wiped her tears with the back of her hand. She had been crying since she saw blood oozing out of her son's mouth. While the doctor tried to stop the bleeding, she had cried with Jayden. Anyone who heard their wails from outside would have thought it was two people that got hurt.

Now, Jayden was admitted on the doctor's orders so the swelling of his gums can be monitored. The little boy currently managed a smile as he stared at his sobbing mother.

"I'm sorry, dearie. I'll stop crying now," Zara said, sniffing hard.

She then leaned forward and looked him in the eye. "I need you to be very honest with me as usual. When you fell, it was because Tommy's mother extended her leg in your way, right?"

Jayden looked away briefly, unwilling to speak. But when his mother gave his hand a squeeze, he loo