I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

The boy's words became Meredith's hope. His description matched exactly what had happened to her mother. Meredith had frightened the boy, making him hesitant to speak. The woman stood protectively in front of him, eyeing Meredith warily. "My son is just talking nonsense. He often makes up stories," she said, preparing to take the boy away to avoid any trouble, especially since this seemed to involve a death, which was no minor matter.

"Wait," Meredith intervened, holding onto the boy. "I just want to ask a few questions. This is your son, right? I just want to know what he saw and when. Don't worry, you won't be implicated in any way. I will also compensate you for your time."

Money was the most effective motivator at times like these. It could solve ninety-nine percent of problems; if not, it simply meant the amount wasn't right yet. At the mention of compensation, greed flickered in the woman's eyes. "How much are you willing to pay? Just so we're clear, my son is still young. Whatever he says, just listen, but don't drag him into this."

Despite her harsh demeanor, who doesn't love their child? Meredith asked, "How much do you want?"

The woman sized Meredith up, noting her simple clothes and pregnant belly, and not wanting to overstep, she said, "Ten thousand dollars!"

"That's fine," Meredith replied eagerly. "I'll give it to you now. Let's find a place to sit down, and I have some questions for your son."

The woman agreed, tempted by the ten thousand dollars.

Meredith and Selene, accompanied by the woman and the boy, went to a beverage shop near the hospital. Meredith transferred ten thousand dollars to the woman. Seeing the transaction confirmed, a look of joy spread across her face. "Ask my son whatever you need. Landon, tell this lady everything you saw, just as it happened."

The boy nodded, "Okay, mom."

Meredith encouraged him, "Yes, just tell me what you saw. I'll show you two photographs for you to identify first." She showed him pictures of Chloe and Bianca. Fortunately, the boy, though timid, had a good memory and was smart enough to remember their faces.

Upon seeing the photographs, the boy nodded and pointed, "It was the women in the pictures. This grandma was sick in bed, and the other one was standing by the bed. I even heard them arguing..."

The boy had indeed witnessed the moment Chloe harmed Bianca. He had followed his mother to the hospital to visit an injured relative. Being an active child, he wandered around and, hearing noises from a care room, curiously peered through the window.

He saw Chloe tampering with the IV line, and shortly after, Bianca was no more, too weak and ill to stop Chloe. Terrified, the boy had run away. The hallway's surveillance camera had a blind spot, so it didn't capture the boy peering through the window.

The boy had told his mother, who didn't believe him, thinking he was making it up and had told him not to spread such stories anymore. Today, having come to the hospital, they coincidentally encountered Meredith, and the boy's words were overheard by her.

It seemed as if fate had intended for Meredith to learn the truth. The revelation left Meredith both furious and heartbroken, tears silently streaming down her face. "Meredith," Selene said, handing her a tissue to comfort her, "Mourn in peace."

Meredith was devastated, struggling to accept that her mother had been murdered by Chloe.

The woman, listening on the side, finally believed her son hadn't lied; there indeed had been such an incident. She asked Meredith, "Who died? This sounds like murder. Are you going to call the police? My son won't be involved, right?" "The victim was my mother," Meredith sniffled. "Don't worry, your son won't be implicated, but I need him to repeat what he just said to the police. Please help. We must catch the murderer to appease my mother's spirit in heaven. I will be eternally grateful."

Seeing Meredith so genuinely distressed and sincere, the woman agreed to let her son speak the truth to the police.