Ethan turned back slowly, staring at the boy like he was witnessing something impossible.
“Who are you?” he asked.
“I’m nobody,” the boy whispered.
Ethan shook his head.
“No. Nobody doesn’t walk in here and find what fourteen doctors missed in one minute.”
The boy hesitated.
“I didn’t come to find it,” he said softly. “Someone told me.”
Ethan’s chest tightened.
“Who?”
The boy’s eyes flicked toward Olivia.
Just for a second.
But it was enough.
Ethan felt something crack inside him.
“Olivia,” he said slowly. “What’s going on?”
She forced a laugh.
“This is ridiculous. He’s just a kid looking for money.”
“I didn’t ask for money,” the boy said firmly.
Then one of the doctors leaned closer to the wall patch.
“This… isn’t normal,” he murmured.
Another tested the air.
His face went pale.
“There’s contamination.”
Ethan’s hands trembled.
“From what?”
“Possibly mold… chemicals… something that should never be in a nursery.”
Ethan turned back to Olivia.
“You designed this room.”
Her eyes flashed.
“Are you accusing me?”
“I’m asking why he looked at you.”
Before she could answer—the house manager burst in.
“Sir… the security footage. It’s gone.”
Ethan froze.
“Deleted?”
“Yes, sir. Only someone with top-level access could do it.”