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

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