For a moment, Nathaniel’s entire body went numb. “No,” he said sharply. “Impossible. How? Are you pranking me? Did she get you in this so we pay her attention?”
“No, Sir. Of course not,” he denied. “If you want to confirm, then go to the crime scene in Lake Shore. We all have the evidence to prove it was her.”
Nathaniel didn’t hear the rest. He was already moving—grabbing his jacket, his phone still in his hand, striding for the door with a speed that made the butler step back.
In the hallway, Delilah appeared, her face pinched with confusion. “What’s happening? Where are you going?”
“I need to get to Eleanor.” The words came out clipped, urgent.
Her eyes widened, shock morphing into anger. “Are you insane? Why would you—”
But he was already past her, his footsteps echoing down the corridor.
Delilah’s frustration only deepened when her phone buzzed. The hospital doctor was on the line, requesting her presence immediately.
She arrived at Leo’s room moments later, finding the baby squirming in his crib, tiny fists waving in distress.
“We need to monitor him,” the doctor explained. “He refuses to take milk. We may need you to breastfeed for now—he needs the nutrients.”