Ethan chuckled at her words, a deep, warm sound that made Ramona’s heart skip a beat.
“I should get going,” he said, walking to the door. He turned back to look at Ramona, who’d come to see him off. “Thanks for breakfast.”
Ramona nodded. As he turned to leave, she found herself reaching out, her fingers brushing his palm before she let go, almost without thinking.
“I’ll be back tonight,” he added, his tone so natural it was as if this had always been the arrangement.
His gaze lingered on her face for a moment, a trace of longing in his eyes that only faded when he finally stepped out the door and resumed that cool, distant demeanor he wore for the rest of the world.
Once Ethan was gone, Ramona quickly patted her cheeks, trying to snap herself out of it.
No matter how wonderful Ethan was, she couldn’t let herself fall any deeper… She couldn’t lose herself to these feelings.
…
That afternoon, Jotham got a call and rushed straight to the hospital.
Liliane had suddenly collapsed that morning and had just been rushed to the ER.
By the time Jotham arrived, most of the family was already there. Winnie and Eulalia Holt waited anxiously outside Liliane’s room, and even little Milo had been brought to the hospital by the housekeeper.
“What happened?” Jotham demanded.
He finally got the full story: apparently, Liliane had received a phone call in her room, flew into a rage, and started shouting, “You good-for-nothing!” The shock must’ve been too much for her.
Just then, the doctor stepped out of Liliane’s room.
“She’s out of danger now and awake,” the doctor said. “You’re the family, right? Liliane has a weak heart and high blood pressure. She absolutely cannot get this worked up again. Please, all of you need to be careful.”
The doctor’s warning left everyone a bit bewildered, but as soon as he walked away, Winnie rounded on the housekeeper. “Did you or any of the staff say something to Liliane?”
She had made it clear to everyone: not a word about Brianna ever having stayed at the house. No one was allowed to know!
“It wasn’t me, Madam! I swear, I didn’t say anything—” the housekeeper stammered.
Milo squirmed out of the housekeeper’s grasp and darted over to Jotham. “Dad! Why did you make Ms. Prescott leave? I want her back, I want my mom—”
Before Milo could finish, Jotham seized him by the shoulders and snapped, “Quiet.”
Winnie wasn’t any gentler. She twisted Milo’s wrist, making him cry out in pain.

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