I felt a flash of anger rise up, but I forced it down. I couldn’t let her words distract me from Adeline, not now. Beatrix’s constant accusations and need for attention were wearing me down. But her words stayed with me, making my heart feel even heavier.
Just then, Paul appeared at the end of the hallway. He walked over quickly, his face serious and tense. Without a word, he grabbed my arm, holding me firmly. He glanced at Harith’s room, his eyes flickering with worry, but he focused back on me.
“Stay here and explain,” he said firmly. “Harith can’t handle another complication, Alice.”
My heart pounded as I looked up at him, feeling trapped. “I need to be with Adeline,” I said quietly, trying to keep the desperation out of my voice. But he didn’t let go.
“Alice,” he said, his tone softening a little, but his grip stayed firm. “This isn’t just about you. This is about Harith—a child who’s suffering. And Beatrix thinks you’re the reason. Talk to her. Help her understand.”