We came home empty-handed, and as expected, we were greeted by Garren’s rage. "You weren't able to find him?!" I was startled when Garren shouted in anger. We're currently in his office and facing his wrath. Aunt Esther and Uncle Oliver are also behind us. "S-Sorry, sir. We already searched around the entire village, but we couldn't find Greyson." Cynthia's nervousness is apparent in her tense voice. "We also asked all our neighbors if they'd seen him, but none of them did," I added. I'm also losing my mind thinking of where that kid has gone and what his reason for escaping, but I need to compose myself and think rationally. "All of you are fucking useless!" Cynthia held on to my arms when he punched his table forcefully. I even saw blood on his knuckles, but he didn't seem to mind it. "If I don't see my son before the sun rises tomorrow, I will fucking kill each and everyone of you," he berated. A shiver ran down my spine. I know that he's a terrible person, but I never expected that he could hurl such a threat. However, I kind of understand him. If I'm in his shoes, I will probably say all the nastiest words to ever exist just to vent out my frustrations. The way he's acting right now only proves that he indeed loves his son. Perhaps he just sucks at showing his affection because of a reason that I'm not completely aware of. Garren was about to say something when a phone ring disrupted him. He blew a fuse before answering it. "I think I'm going to die now." I turned to Cynthia, whose face is void of any color. She's panicking. I pinched her arm. "Calm down. We will find Greyson. I know we will." I tried to assure her even though my mind is in a state of catastrophe too. "What?!" Our attention went to Garren when he screamed all of a sudden. "Alright. I'll be there." He ended the call and turned to us. His face was torn between anxiety and relief. "Prepare the car. We're going to Lorenzo Hospital." Cynthia and I exchanged bewildered glances. Uncle Oliver, on the other hand, scrambled to head out of his office, leaving the three of us with him. "Garren, why do you need to go to the hospital?" Aunt Esther took the courage and asked that question. He puffed a deep breath. "A nurse called me and said that someone had brought Greyson there." My eyes widened. I can feel my heart thumping erratically inside my chest. Hospital.... Why is he in that place? That question runs through my mind, taking away every bit of my sanity. Despite the maelstrom of thoughts inside my head, I calmed myself. "The car is ready, sir," Uncle Oliver said as soon as we went out of the mansion. Garren turned to the senior house maid. "Aunt Esther, look after the house while I'm gone." She nodded. "Please take care and bring Greyson home." "I will," he responded with conviction. He was about to get in the car when I held his right arm. He looked at me with a creased forehead. "What?" I swallowed hard. "I-I want to come with you, sir, please." I plead. He was silent for a couple of seconds before he fended off my hand as if I have a contagious disease. "Fine. Whatever." I smiled faintly. "Thank you." I settled myself in the back seat while Garren sat in the front. "Let's go now." Uncle Oliver started the engine, and not so long after, we started taking the way out of the village. The drive is veiled in such unnerving silence that I can almost hear our breath. It took us almost an hour before we reached the hospital. Garren hastily got out of the car and entered the establishment. "I'll just wait for the two of you here, Cleo. Follow Garren." I nodded before rushing inside. The sight of Garren shouting at a nurse on the front desk greeted me. "What the hell is taking you so long to find my son's name?!" The nurses behind him are trying to calm him down, but obviously, none of them can tame him. "Hurry the fuck up! How incompetent  this damn hospital is?!" Even the guards tried to stop him from causing a scene, but Garren is relentless. "S-Sir, please calm down. I'm trying my best to look for your son's room number." The nurse is on the verge of crying while scanning through the desktop monitor. Although reluctant, I decided to step into the scene. With all the strength I could muster, I pulled him. He was caught by surprise at what I did. "Get your hands off me!" "Damn." I groaned when my hands accidentally hit the metal bar when he pushed my arms away. He hissed. "That's what you get for touching me without my concern." Instead of apologizing, he blamed me. Wow, great. I heaved out a deep sigh. "Sir, you need to control yourself. Your anger won't help us in this situation." He gave me a deadpan look. "You really love giving me lectures, don't you?" With that, he turned his back and went back to the nurse at the front desk. I took a deep breath. "I need to remind myself that he's my boss." Fortunately, she was able to find Greyson's room number before Garren could even spit fire again. I rolled my eyes when he didn't even say thank you. What an ungrateful jerk. I walked towards the nurse. "My apologies on behalf of my boss." "We're already used to that, ma'am. No need to worry." I smiled in response and excused myself. My forehead creased when I couldn't see Garren anywhere. Where did that man go?! I looked at my left side, and I almost went on the warpath when I saw him on the elevator. He didn't even wait for me! "Sir!" I made the fastest run that I could. Luckily, I was able to reach the elevator before it closed. "W-Why didn't you wait for me?" I asked while panting for breath. "Who do you think you are to make me wait?" I clenched my fist. This man is severing my patience to the hilt. The elevator is ruled by silence. We are quietly standing on opposite sides, as if the possibility of having our skins touching each other is horrendous. I breathed a sigh of relief when we finally reached the third floor. He hastily went out. I'm almost running just to keep up with his pace. Damn this man's long limbs. We stopped in front of the door with a number 75 hanging on it. "This is it." He didn't even bother to knock and just straight up opened the door. Respect is not in his vocabulary, that's without a doubt. We were greeted by the static sound of the hospital machines and the white noise caused by the air conditioner when we entered. My gaze went to the only bed inside that room, and my heart sank when I saw Greyson lying there. "I believe that you are the parents of this child." Garren and I looked at the woman sitting in the corner of the room. She seems like she's just in the same age as me. "I'm his father," Garren responded in a monotonous voice. She glanced at me. "I'm his nanny," I clarified. She frowned. "Where is his mother-" "Stop asking unnecessary questions," Garren cuts her off. The woman was caught off-guard. I apologized to her to not worsen the situation anymore, and I'm glad that she didn't make a fuss about his rude attitude. "Anyway, it's good that you two are here now. He needs you." "Thank you for looking after Greyson, Ms.?" "Just call me Aubrey. No need for such honorific. " "Thank you so much, Aubrey." "What happened to him?" Garren's question interrupted our conversation. He didn't shout, but I felt the venom in his voice. I walked closer to Greyson, and I was terror stricken when I saw his pitiful state. There are several bandages on his exposed arms and forehead. There are minor cuts on his lips too. My hands are quivering while staring at him. What happened that put him in this kind of situation?! Audrey heaved out a sigh. "Your son was almost hit by a car. It's a good thing that the driver was able to hit the break, or else you'll meet him in the morgue." The corners of my eyes heat up. The image of Greyson in that distressing room is terrifying to me. "I rushed him to the hospital since I was on that scene where the accident transpired. He got minor scratches on his legs because he fell on the rough pavement." There was a fleeting moment of stillness until Garren spoke. "Who's the owner of that car that hit my son?" Garren asked with a clenched jaw. "Unfortunately, I didn't get to see the driver. But you can go to the nearest police station around Rodeo Street. Perhaps they handled the  accident and kept records or whatsoever." My forehead creased. Rodeo is the neighboring street of MacCurtain Village where the Montreal resides. What was Greyson doing in that place? Audrey stood up all of a sudden. "I believe that my role here is done. I need to go home now." "How much do you need?" Garren asked. I want to punch him because of that question! That might sound offensive! She rolled her eyes. "I'm not asking for money, dummy. A simple thank you will be enough." He huffed. "Yeah. Thank you for saving my son." "That was really genuine." She smiled sarcastically. "One last word, take a good care of your son if you don't want to find him bathing in blood. Adios!" I run after her to get her cellphone number just in case. She gladly gave it to me. I actually admire that woman, though I barely know her. Her guts to talk back to Garren is meritorious. I went back to Greyson's room. He's sleeping soundly, but the slight creases on his forehead can attest that he's in pain. His breathing is also quite unsteady and heavy. "Do you think I'm the reason he ran away?" Garren asked out of the blue, now in a calm state. "I can't answer that question, sir. Only your son can." He looked at me. "But you talked to me earlier and said that my son holds a grudge against me." I reluctantly nod my head. "So it's possible that the reason why he escaped is me, right?" "Just like what I said, sir, I can't give you a definite answer. But if I'm being honest, I won't be surprised if your hunch is true." He didn't reply. All of a sudden, Greyson moved. We were both alarmed and attended to him. "Greyson?" "Son?" His eyes fluttered open. A smile made its way onto his lips when he saw me. "Cleo." I shammed a smile and fought the urge to cry. "Hello, baby. Are you feeling well?" He weakly nodded his head. Seeing him pretending to be fine hurts me. The bruises on his body... this kid doesn't deserve them. "Greyson." He averted his gaze from me and glanced at his father. I saw how the emotions on his face disappeared. "What are you doing here?" We were both taken by surprise with his question, especially Garren. He never talked like that to him. I held his hands. "Your dad came here because he's worried about you, Greyson. He wants to make sure that you're fine. Aren't you happy to see him?" "I'm not." I was tongue-tied. "He needs to stop pretending that he cares about me."