Octavia was being resuscitated inside, but Stella couldn’t get in.
“How did she fall?” Stella asked.
Just yesterday, Octavia had visited the Sutton family to see Grandma. She’d been energetic, healthy—no sign of any problem. How had a single day passed, and now she was in the hospital, fighting for her life?
Hester, eyes red and swollen, repeated her earlier explanation between sobs.
Sabrina watched Hester closely, studying every twitch of her face as she spoke. Not a word of it did Sabrina believe.
In the hallway outside the emergency unit, doctors and nurses hurried by—this was the critical care wing.
Celine had come as soon as she heard what happened to Octavia. She was already at this hospital, just on a different floor.
Lately, she’d practically been living here, caring for her mother. She hadn’t wanted to spend every day at the hospital, but she was afraid her mother would think she was neglectful, especially now that her mother had taken Hester in. The new addition made Celine feel threatened, so she grabbed every chance to make herself look good in her mother’s eyes.
“What happened? How were you taking care of Grandma?” Celine snapped at Hester the moment she arrived, her tone icy. “She was perfectly fine yesterday, and now she’s unconscious?”
Celine wasn’t really worried about her grandmother. For her, every crisis was just another opportunity to go after Hester. Seeing Hester squirm always made her day.
As for Grandma—she felt no attachment. Whether the old woman lived or died didn’t matter to her.
No, actually, she thought, better if she died sooner. That way, there’d be no one left to support those two pests.
Hester, facing Celine’s interrogation and aware of the eyes watching her, didn’t dare drop the act. She kept playing her part. “It’s my fault. I didn’t take good enough care of Grandma. It’s all my fault, I’m so sorry,” she sobbed.
Watching the two of them put on their show, Sabrina leaned close and whispered something to Stella, then left the hospital in a hurry.
“Octavia saw I was unwell and told me to go rest in my room. She called Dr. Lawrence, and he said I’d eaten something bad. He gave me some medicine and told me to take the day off—said I’d be fine after some rest.”
“I was worried, though. If I left, no one would be there to help Octavia. So I asked another maid to take my place, and I told Miss Hester about it, too.”
Marina’s voice quivered with guilt. In just half a day, something terrible had happened to Octavia. If anything happened to her, Marina thought, she’d never forgive herself.
Sabrina decided she needed to question the maid who’d been left to care for Octavia. Everyone in the Sutton family knew Octavia was never to be left alone—how could the maid have disappeared for so long?
But when Sabrina asked around, other staff told her that the maid in question had left the manor an hour earlier—she’d said she was going to buy some pastries that Octavia liked.
The moment Sabrina heard this, she knew something was wrong. The whole story just didn’t add up.

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