Beatrice stepped inside. She wasn’t there out of concern. In her hand was a small silver dropper. She moved directly to Noah’s crib—the healthy twin—and began dripping a clear liquid into his bottle.
Elena rose to her feet, still holding Leo close. Her voice carried through the audio feed—soft, shaking, yet edged with an unmistakable command.
I couldn’t move. The tablet trembled in my hands.
“You’re nothing but hired help,” Beatrice snarled on the screen, her face twisted with fury. “No one will believe you. Alistair thinks Leo’s condition is genetic. Once he’s ruled unfit, I get custody, the estate, everything—and you disappear back to wherever you came from.”
“I’m not just hired help,” Elena replied as she stepped into the light. She reached into her apron and pulled out an old, worn locket. “I was the nursing student on duty the night Seraphina died. I was the last person she spoke to.”
Her voice cracked. “She told me you tampered with her IV. She knew you wanted the Thorne name. Before she passed, she made me swear that if she didn’t survive, I would find her sons. I spent two years changing my name and appearance just to get into this house—to keep them safe from you.”
Beatrice lunged toward her.
I didn’t wait to see what happened next.
I was out of bed in seconds, running down the hallway with rage burning through my veins. I burst into the nursery just as Beatrice raised her hand to strike Elena. I didn’t yell. I simply grabbed her wrist and met her eyes.
“The cameras are recording in high definition, Beatrice,” I said coldly. “And the police are already at the gate.” Continue reading…
