ring a CPS badge stepped onto the t

lready adjusted her posture, slipping into the imp

with condescension. "You do not enter my home without my legal

heavy-set man in a che

he intentional assault of a minor on these premises. We d

nto the room, leadi

rr

the room, her hands shoved deep into her pockets. Her face was completely blank. She look

. Alistair Finch. He wore a tailored suit and gold-rimmed

s up his nose and looked d

m Miss Diana suffered a severe concussion from a fall. And she..." He pointed a manicu

d Harriet. Her eyes widened

ter. "You dragged your filthy, barbaric habits straight from tha

small notepad and clicked h

answer some question

the detective. Her dark, penetrating eyes simply shifte

stood

g. She wore a white silk robe, the white

t dead silent. Ever

d toward the base of the s

out of bed. Tell the officers what h

er bare feet making no sound on the wood. She walked straight

ath. She dug her na

id. Her voice was clear, cutting

the living

ped, rushing forward to grab her arm. "Do

her shoulders drop, softening her

ack at the detectives. "I was wearing new heels. I misjudged the

fraction of a second, revealing a flash of intense irritation. His t

iet was at least five feet away from me.

he first time, a flicker of genuine curiosity broke throug

ooked at Diana, then at Harriet, an

"If the victim states it was an

"What about the boy? The tip mentioned a minor be

he looked at the butler. "S

ck leather binder from the side ta

ion. "Jorden Watson is under a legally binding medical guardianship. All procedures are meticulously overseen by licensed professionals. Furthermore, per page four,

in disgust, but she handed the binder back. In New York

re," the detec

doors clicked shut behind t

Diana by the shoulders. "Why did you protect that litt

n't answe

er mother's grip. She turn

each other across the ex

," Diana s