I was sitting quietly at a table with my 5-year-old son at my sister’s wedding. Suddenly, he grabbed my arm and whispered, «Mom…

That insurance money was designated for her son Jacob as beneficiary, and she was to manage it as his guardian until he came of age. But if something happened to her, who would be the next guardian? A terrible possibility floated into Emily’s mind. Her mother’s abnormal worry, and the instruction that endangered her son’s life.

This wasn’t a coincidence. This was something planned. Mom, Emily said quietly.

We’ll be leaving early. Why? Dinner has just started. There’s even dessert prepared that Jacob likes, Margaret showed a confused expression.

However, to Emily, even that confusion seemed like acting. I’m not feeling well, Emily answered briefly and gripped her son’s hand. Jacob trusted his mother’s decision and silently followed.

He looked up at his grandmother Margaret, but could no longer feel affection there. Instead, there was an inexplicable fear. Wait, Emily, Sophia stood up from her seat.

What’s wrong? It’s my wedding day. Emily looked at her sister. Did Sophia really know nothing, or was she an accomplice? Right now, she couldn’t trust anyone in her family.

Sophia, congratulations. It was a wonderful wedding, Emily offered her hand. Be happy.

That handshake was a farewell. Emily took her son’s hand and tried to leave the venue. At that moment, grandmother Margaret came chasing after them.

Emily, wait. What happened? Emily turned around and showed her mother the memo she had been clutching. Could you explain this? Margaret’s face turned pale.

In that moment, Emily understood everything. This wasn’t an accident. It was a planned crime against her beloved son’s life.

And the mastermind was none other than her own mother. Jacob gripped his mother’s hand tightly and said quietly, Mommy, let’s go home. Emily picked up her son and began walking toward the venue exit.

She could hear her mother and sister’s voices behind her, but she didn’t look back. When Emily turned toward the hotel lobby, she heard hurried footsteps chasing her from behind. Looking back, she saw her mother Margaret and sister Sophia running breathlessly.

Sophia was holding up the hem of her wedding dress, desperately chasing her sister. Emily, please, wait, Sophia’s voice was mixed with tears. What happened? My wedding is being ruined.

Emily stopped and turned around while holding Jacob. Her son clung to his mother’s neck and turned his face away from his grandmother and aunt. Sophia, I’m sorry, but this isn’t about your wedding, Emily’s voice was calm, but deep anger lurked beneath it.

Ask mom. Have her explain this memo. Emily held out the white piece of paper again.

Sophia took it and read aloud. Table 8, please add shrimp to the main dish. Don’t worry about allergies.

M. Sophia’s face turned pale. This is about Jacob’s shrimp allergy, right? But why would there be a memo like this? Emily stared at Margaret. Please explain.

Why did you give instructions that would endanger my son’s life? Margaret was pressing her trembling hands to her mouth. In that moment, the mask of the kind grandmother fell away from her expression. The face of a cornered woman was there.

Emily, you’re misunderstanding, Margaret said in a shaking voice. I love Jacob. Why would you think I’d do such a thing? Then what is this memo? Emily raised her voice.

It’s in your handwriting, isn’t it? The reason you were abnormally worried about my physical condition all day was because you knew something was going to happen, wasn’t it? Other guests in the lobby noticed the commotion and turned around. However, Emily no longer cared about the stares of others. Her son’s safety was the top priority.

Mom, surely you didn’t really. Sophia looked at her mother with an expression of disbelief. At that moment, Margaret suddenly broke down crying.

She fell to her knees on the floor and covered her face with both hands. I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Emily and Sophia watched the scene in shock.

Jacob made himself small in his mother’s arms. I’ll tell you everything, Margaret said through her tears. But not here, somewhere quiet…