She stared at me until I swallowed the pills.
“Mrs. Thompson, my eye hurts a bit. I need to rest.”
She nodded and went to wash the dishes.
When she came back, she saw me lying still and assumed I was asleep.
She went straight for my baby’s container.
I suddenly grabbed her hand.
“What are you doing?”
She jumped in shock.
“Ms. Summers, I thought you were asleep!”
“I’m just following Mr. Hayes’s orders. Please don’t make this harder on me.”
She shook off my hand and grabbed the container.
I lunged forward to stop her.
“Let go of it! Do you hear me?”
She slapped me so hard I fell back onto the bed.
Blood seeped through the gauze on my right eye.
“What are you doing! You’re just a caregiver — how dare you hit me?”
But Mrs. Thompson showed no fear, clutching the container tightly.
“As long as I get this out of here, my daughter’s future will be safe!”
Daughter?
I froze.
Of course — she was Zoey’s mother.
So Ethan had chosen her deliberately.
I staggered forward to stop her, but she kicked me hard in the stomach, sending me sliding across the floor.
I curled up, gagging, my lips trembling.
“Put it down! I’ve already called the police!”
Mrs. Thompson spat at me.
“Ha! Mr. Hayes will take care of it!”