Leaving the Wrong Love Behind Forever novel Chapter 67

The following day, Arthur was engrossed in correcting documents at the office when his phone rang.

Answering the call, he heard Butler Lang's distressed voice informing him that Young Master Hendrick had another headache at the academy. The butler had brought him home, skipping breakfast in the process.

Setting aside his pen, Arthur quickly left the office and headed for the Bridgewater mansion.

Inside the mansion, Hendrick sat on the sofa, engrossed in a comic book, flipping through the pages with his little finger.

When Arthur entered and inquired about his son's health, Hendrick didn't respond, didn't even glance at him, and continued flipping through the comic book.

Concerned, Arthur gently placed his hand on Hendrick's forehead, relieved to find it cool without any signs of fever.

Suddenly, the young boy stood up abruptly, shook off his father's hand, and hurriedly retreated to his room, firmly shutting the door behind him.

Arthur felt a sudden surge of discomfort and irritation. How did his seemingly rebellious son revert to being so reserved and virtuous?

A few days ago, he was so happy. Not only did he communicate with him, but he even called him Daddy.

In an unprecedented moment, Hendrick even displayed a touch of childish affection, expressing, "Daddy, I miss you, I love you so much."

Arthur, at that moment, was elated, thinking that Hendrick's ailment had been overcome.

Concerned about his well-being, Butler Lang informed Arthur, "Master, when he returned, he sat on the sofa and immersed himself in a comic book. Mr. Miller from the academy mentioned that he hadn't had any breakfast. It's almost eleven o'clock now. What should we do if the child is hungry?"

Taking a bowl of porridge from Butler Lang, Arthur headed towards Hendrick's bedroom, contemplating the best way to address the situation.

He stood outside the closed door and firmly instructed, "Hendrick, open the door."

Inside, there was no response.

"Bring the master key; we need to open the door." After repeating his request three times, impatience laced Arthur's tone as he instructed Butler Lang.

Butler Lang promptly fetched the master key.

As the door swung open, Arthur entered and surveyed the room.

"Hendrick, you weren't behaving like this just the other day." Arthur leaned in, speaking with patience, "I thought your behaviour the other day was very good."

A few days prior, he had been lively and cheerful. Even when he argued with Elaine, lay on the ground crying, or had disputes with Sheryl due to feeling wronged, Arthur considered it normal. It was a transformation.

After all, that was the genuine nature of a child.

But within a span of just a few days, everything seemed to have changed completely!

"I've always been like this. It's not the first time you've noticed," Hendrick retorted, rolling his eyes before lying down on the bed.

"Come on, get up. Daddy will take you to see Dr. Robert at the hospital," Arthur coaxed, lifting a spoonful of the aromatic porridge. "First, get up and have some porridge."

"No, I don't have a headache. I don't want to go to the hospital. I don't want any porridge," Hendrick protested, having a strong aversion to hospital visits.

Truth be told, he didn't have a headache that day. These past few days spent with his mother had left him with a mix of emotions—captivating, quite unsettling, and overall, rather unhappy.