I picked up the phone and dialed my private security team. "Get to my brother's rehabilitation center immediately. Replace the current caregiver and make sure she doesn't get anywhere near him again."
I paused, then added, "Twenty-four-hour protection, around the clock. No one gets access to my brother without my explicit approval."
I had been so blind, trusting Zachery with the only family I had left.
Now that I thought about it, those times my brother had been "accidentally" hurt at the center—there was no way those were coincidences.
Never again. I would never let anyone lay a hand on me or the people I loved.
A long time passed before Zachery finally came back.
There was a smear of lipstick on his jaw. He hadn't even noticed.
"Ellie, why did you switch out your brother's caregiver? You really don't trust me?"
My expression didn't waver. "Weren't you the one who threatened to make something happen to my brother? Can you blame me for being cautious?"
Irritation twisted across his face.
But he reined it in just as quickly, forcing his features smooth. "Forget it. This is all my fault. I pushed you to this."