By the time Martin West called, Liz and Remington had finished breakfast.


    Remington let his phone buzz away on the table, making no move to answer it.


    Liz nced at the screen, then looked up at him.


    "Martin is calling for Ron, isn''t he? Are we still sending him back? Have you found a suitable nanny yet?"


    No matter how adorable Ron was or how much Liz adored him,


    it didn''t change the absolute fact that he was Evelina''s son, a child of the West family.


    He would eventually have to go back. But just the thought of sending him into the viper''s nest that was the West family made Liz''s heart clench with deep, abiding anxiety.


    Remington reached across the table and squeezed her hand gently.


    "I''ve found a highly reliable nanny. She''ll be here shortly. Once you meet her and approve, I''ll have her apany Ron when he returns."


    Liz was stunned by his thoroughness.


    Letting her personally vet the nanny before sending her into the West household would ease her worries immensely.


    She just stared at him quietly, unable to find the words.


    Just then, Martin called again.


    Remington had been about to pick it up, but under her intense gaze, he simply declined the call, leaning forward to focus entirely on her.


    "What is it?"


    In his expression, in the depths of his eyes, she saw his absolute, unwavering devotion.


    He noticed even her slightest, most fleeting shifts in emotion.


    Being so cherished, having her every feeling met with such tender responsiveness, made her heart feel impossibly full-heavy, yet achingly sweet.


    She shook her head, offering him a soft smile. She suddenly leaned across the table and pressed a quick, affectionate kiss to his lips.


    "Nothing. Answer your phone."


    Remington seemed to instantly understand exactly what had moved her. A sh of profound tenderness crossed his eyes as he gently stroked her hair.


    "You silly girl," he murmured softly.


    It was such a small, basic gesture of care, and yet she was already this touched.


    His girl hadn''t changed at all over the years. She still possessed the softest, most vulnerable heart.


    Buoyed by this sweet interaction, Remington answered Martin''s next call with a shred more patience than he would have otherwise.


    "Remington," Martin began. "Ste returned this morning and


    mentioned you kept Ron at Oakridge Heights? He is a West family child. I can''t let him be a burden to you indefinitely. I''ll send the staff over coffect him right away."


    Remington''s voice was instantly cold. "Mr. West, Ms. West insisted on staying to care for himst night. Instead, she spent the night making a racket, nearly waking him several times. And this morning, she almost struck the boy."  s?novels


    Martin sounded shocked. "How could that be? Ste is his aunt. There must be some misunderstanding."


    Remington replied grimly, "I certainly


    hope so. But while Ron belongs to the West family, he is also Quinn''s son Quinn entrusted this child to my care before he passed, it is absolute responsibility to ensure he receives proper, safe care within your home."


    Martin sighed heavily. "Remington, you and Quinn were like brothers for over twenty years. You were the one by his side at the very end. I am trulyforted that you are so invested in Ron''s well-being."


    Taking advantage of the sentiment, Remington stated, "Since we agree on that, I am utilizing mywork to secure a top-tier nanny for him. Once I have secured the right person, she will return to the West estate alongside Ron."


    Liz had assumed Remington was going to find a trustworthy nanny and slip her into the West household covertly, just as he had previously nted informants.