CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
“I hate her!”
Regina’s heart clenched in her chest at her son’s words, and distress masked over her face at the sight of him in tears. She knew this wasn’t going to go well, but she had hoped he would have been a little more understanding of Emma’s side of it. Perhaps that was far too much to ask for however, as Henry was only ten years old, and really wasn’t emotionally capable of seeing things rationally when he was upset. Emma had barely had time to explain things to him before Henry had fled from the room, finding his mother in the study and flinging himself into her arms, just trying to find a sense of comfort after finding out he had been lied to about something that bore the chance of substantially changing his life.
“No, don’t say that,” Regina pleaded, kneeling down in front of him to wipe the tears from his dampened cheeks. “You don’t hate her, you’re just angry with her. And you have every right to feel that way, okay? You’re hurt that she lied to you, and that’s understandable. But please, honey, don’t say that you hate her, because you know Emma loves you more than anything, and if she ever heard you say that it would absolutely devastate her.”
“If she loves me, then why did she lie to me!” Henry exclaimed, distraught over Emma’s betrayal of his trust, and Regina’s eyebrows creased in guilt as she pursed her lips.