"Go ahead."


    Lizetta heard the voice of an unfamiliar middle-aged woman on the other end, her tone low and cautious, as if afraid someone might overhear.


    "Mr. Dashiell, as soon as Ste walked in, Martin shattered a teacup over her head. Then he tried to have the bodyguards lock her in the basement. The whole ordeal was loud and chaotic. I''m not sure what Ste begged for in tears, but Martin finally let her go... I''m sorry, Mr. Dashiell-Martin''s extremely suspicious, so I couldn''t get any closer."


    "You did well. Don''t rush. Keep watching."


    Remington''s voice was deep and steady. The woman answered, but didn''t hang up, hesitating as if she had more to say.


    "Is there something else?" Remington prompted.


    "It''s... it''s about Mr. Ron. Ste''s been furious ever since she hurt her forehead. She''s been running the staff ragged, even sent the nanny who looks after Mr. Ron away. Mr. Ron just fell out of his crib and hit his head-there''s a big bump on his forehead now..."


    Remington frowned slightly as he listened, but before he could respond, Lizetta suddenly sat up, her voice taut with concern.


    "How''s the baby? Is he alright?"


    The woman on the line was clearly startled to hear a strange young woman''s voice break in.


    For a moment, there was only silence. Lizetta realized she''d interrupted, but she couldn''t help herself. The thought of that little boy falling made her chest tighten with worry.


    Maybe it was because she''d held him before, or maybe it was because he was such a sweet, lovable child-about the same age as Daisy.


    Whatever the reason, she couldn''t stay calm or stop worrying, even if it baffled her. By all logic, she should feel distant from that child, maybe even resentful.


    When no answer came, Lizetta anxiously nudged Remington.


    He nced at her, then addressed the phone. "That was my girlfriend. How''s the boy?"


    Lizetta blinked in surprise. She hadn''t expected him to introduce her as his girlfriend. Thebel felt strange and new, but she was toe.. worried about the child to argue.


    "Mr. Ron cried for ages-his little voice is nearly gone. Ste got annoyed and told the nanny to take him out of the room. But it doesn''t seem serious. He haset thrown up or shown any other bad signs..."


    Lizetta frowned. “Didn''t anyone take him to the hospital for a checkup? Head injuries are a big deal for babies that small!"


    “Ste said that if he''s loud enough to cry, then he must be fine..."


    "And Martin? Isn''t he the boy''s grandfather? Doesn''t he care?"


    Lizetta''s voice was tight with barely contained anger.


    Remington pulled her gently into his arms, hisrge hand soothing her shoulder.


    "Martin just left the house. He cares in his own way, I suppose, but he''s always busy. Most of the time, it''s the staff and Ms. West looking after Mr. Ron..."


    Remington''s voice grew serious. "Understood. Go check on the child yourself. If anything seems off, contact me immediately."


    "Yes, Mr. Dashiell."


    Once the call ended, Lizetta jumped out of bed. "We have to go see him. He''s just a baby and already has a bump on his head! He should at least get a scan-make sure there''s no brain injury. Head trauma can seem fine at first, but by the time symptoms show, it might be toote And he cried so hard he lost his voice-what is wrong with the West family?"


    She was nearly shaking with anger. "They insisted Evelina have that baby, but now they won''t even take proper care of him. This kind of neglect is just sickening!"