By the time Lizetta and Remington arrived, Anna was already sitting on a bench by the roadside, cradling Ron in her arms and anxiously waiting.
Worried that the West family might suspect something, Grace—the housekeeper who''d just contacted Lizetta and Remington—had quickly made up an excuse and rushed back to the Wests'' mansion to ask for help.
Remington pulled the Maybach up to the curb. Lizetta, unable to contain her worry, reached for the door to get out.
But as she yanked off her seatbelt, Remington leaned over and pressed her back with a firm hand.
"Take it easy," he murmured in a low voice, his breath warm against her ear.
Lizetta clenched her fists and forced herself to hold back.
She knew Anna was loyal to Ste, and if Ste found out how much she cared about this child, it wouldn''t do any good. Besides, it hadn''t been easy for Remington to nt someone inside the West family. If she acted too concerned, Ste would suspect something immediately.
After Lizettaposed herself, Remington finally lowered the window on her side. Anna, waiting on the bench, looked up naturally, her face tinged with anxiety. "What happened?" Remington asked, his brow furrowed.
Anna recognized him instantly and startled, her panic obvious. Remington''s reputation for caring about this child wasn''t lost on her. Worried she might be med, she instinctively pulled her coat tighter, trying to shield Ron from view.
But Remington''s sharp gaze had already locked onto her. His tone was icy and direct.
"What''s wrong with the boy?"
Anna realized she''d been caught and had no choice but to stand up, still holding Ron.
"Mr. Ron suddenly took a turn for the worse," she stammered. "He just threw up, and now he''s asleep...”
She took a few steps toward them, but Lizetta''s eyes were fixed on Ron—and she couldn''t hold back any longer.
"He''s not sleeping!" Lizetta eximed. “He''s clearly fainted!"
She flung open the car door, rushed over, and gently but swiftly took Ron from
Anna''s arms. Clutching the limp child to her chest, she hurried back to the car, her voice trembling.
"Remington, hurry-take us to the hospital!"
Ron''s condition was obviously dire. His once-pale cheeks had turned a worrying
shade of bluish-purple, and his lips were pressed tightly shut.
Remington could hear the panic in her voice and reached out to calm her.
"Don''t worry. We''ll be at the hospital soon."
As he spoke, the car shot down the street, tires screeching.
Anna stood frozen on the curb, watching the Maybach speed off. For a moment, she was too stunned to move.
She waited another ten minutes or so before Grace finally returned, pulling up in her
own car.
"Where''s Mr. Ron?" Grace asked, feigning confusion as she nced around.
Anna shrugged, her brows knitted in frustration. "What took you so long? Where''s Miss Ste? Mr. Ron''s been taken away by Mr. Dashiell."
Grace''s expression shifted to surprise. "Who? Mr. Dashiell? How did he know Ron was sick?"
Anna shook her head. "Probably just
a coincidence-he must''ve been passing by. Where''s Miss Ste?"
She peered into the car, searching
_for any
sign of Ste. But it was
Clear-Ste hadn''te.
"Miss Ste told us to take Ron to the hospital as soon as possible. She said she
had a headache and needed to rest-didn''t want to be disturbed."
Grace clenched her jaw angrily. Even now, when something had happened to the child...
She''d gone to knock on Ste''s door for instructions, but Ste had taken ages to answer. When she finally did, it was only to berate Grace for bothering her over such
"trivia
matter, and m the doorher face, telling them to just take the boy to the hospital and not to disturb her again.
Anna let out a long sigh of relief. She''d been worried Ste would
me her for not taking propert
of Ron, but clearly, Ste couldn''t care less about the child.
That was a relief.
"So Ron''s been taken already. What do we do now? Shouldn''t we go after them?”
Grace asked, reaching for the car door.
Anna paused to think.