Rhea rushed into the emergency department of the children’s hospital, breathless. “What happened?”

“Adrian had an allergic reaction,” Carter said, his voice tight with worry.

Rhea’s heart sank. “Allergic? I wrote down everything he can’t eat. Didn’t you see it?”

Lauren quickly apologized. “It’s my fault. I didn’t realize that mango would trigger him. I’m so sorry…”

“Lauren meant well,” Carter cut in. “Besides, the list you gave us got lost. Maybe you didn’t write it clearly.”

“I didn’t write it clearly?” Rhea was furious. She knew everything the kids couldn’t eat by heart.

Before handing over the list of precautions, she had even double-checked it to ensure that nothing was missed. How could it possibly not be clear?

And now he was saying it had gotten lost?

Carter suddenly caught a whiff of alcohol off her. “You’ve been drinking? Adrian’s in the hospital, and you were in the mood for a drink?”

Rhea’s chest burned with anger. “You’re the ones who took them out. How is this—”

“Rhea!” Carter’s stare was piercing as he snapped, “What you should be doing right now is checking on Adrian. Not standing there trying to shift the blame. A stepmother is still just a stepmother.”

Her heart dropped. It felt like something inside her tore clean down the middle.

She couldn’t believe those words had come from Carter.

Rhea knew that she hadn’t been perfect with the kids, but she had done everything she could.

And now, just to spare Lauren’s feelings, Carter had turned around and lashed out at her, as if she were the one who caused Adrian’s allergic reaction.

Was that all she was in his eyes? An unfit stepmother?

The frustration and hurt sat heavy in her chest, too overwhelming to release.

Just then, a nurse called from the hallway, “Family of Adrian Jamison?”

All three of them entered the consultation room together.

The attending physician, a woman in her 50s named Emily Mitchell, asked, “Who are the child’s parents?”

“We are.” Lauren immediately stepped forward, pulling Carter along. Her expression was full of a mother’s urgent concern.

Rhea stood behind them both, too worried to pay attention to anything else. All she wanted to know was how Adrian was doing.

Emily said sharply, “Adrian’s six years old. Don’t you know what he can or can’t eat? Don’t treat allergies like a joke. Some can actually be fatal. Fortunately, he didn’t eat much of it today, or it would have been too late by the time he got here.”

Lauren took the criticism on the chin and apologized, “It was my fault.”

Emily had the least patience for careless parents. She continued scolding, “You, as his mother, should’ve known better.”

Lauren looked both hurt and anxious. “I-I wasn’t around when they were younger. I didn’t know about their allergies. Besides, they often experience allergic reactions. Is it because of the environment they’re growing up in?”

She sounded as though she were blaming Rhea for not raising the kids right.

Emily explained, “There are many allergens that can affect children, and many factors involved, like their environment, genetics, and so on. But one of the most important is the mother’s diet during pregnancy.”

Lauren glanced away, looking guilty.

Back then, during her pregnancy, her family had gone through a significant upheaval, leaving her in a bad state of mind. She hardly ever watched her diet. She even drank alcohol.

Through her years of experience, Emily sensed there was more to the story. So, she asked bluntly, “Are you divorced? Who’s taking care of the children?”

Carter suddenly looked at Rhea.

She stepped forward and said, “Hi, doctor. I’m… the kids’ stepmother.”

Emily glanced at Rhea, then paused. “You didn’t know about their allergies?”

Rhea clenched her fists, refusing to take the blame anymore. “I knew. Their mother took them out, and I left a list of precautions, but they lost it.”

Carter frowned. It seemed like he didn’t want Rhea to blame Lauren for this.

But Rhea wasn’t thinking about his feelings. She quickly asked, “Is Adrian going to be okay? Is he still vomiting? Does he have a fever?”

From her questions, Emily could tell how much she cared for the kids.

By contrast, Lauren hadn’t shown much concern. She hadn’t even asked how Adrian was doing.

Emily pulled Rhea aside and gave her a thorough rundown of what to watch for. Finally, she said, “He needs an IV and some monitoring. If all goes well, he should be able to go home soon.”

Rhea finally let out a breath of relief.

Emily didn’t spare Carter and Lauren. “If you can’t take care of your kids, don’t pretend that you can. Do you really think raising a child is an easy job?

Lauren’s face flushed red. Tears welled up as she turned and walked out.

On the way to the ward, she felt overwhelmed with guilt. “Carter, I’ve really failed as a mother. It’s because I was careless that Adrian ended up like this.”