“You will not touch him again.”
Camille stared — not with fear, but with the disbelief of a woman watching furniture speak. “Take your hand off me.” “No.” “You work for him.” “I care for him.”
“You work for this house because we allow you to,” Camille leaned in.
Adeline’s jaw tightened. “And right now, I’m the only person in this house acting like he’s human.”
Something changed in Nico’s face. Not gratitude — not yet. Recognition. Because Adeline Marsh had said the one thing nobody had dared say since the accident. Human. Not boss. Not patient. Not a damaged heir waiting to be transferred into somebody else’s hands. A man.