Victor looked at Ethan first — his son’s arm hanging wrong. Then at Lily, curled on the floor, one hand pressed to her stomach. Then at Serena. His expression did not change, and that was worse than rage.
“What happened?” he asked.
Serena moved first, her voice cracking perfectly. “Victor — she lost control. The nanny grabbed Ethan. I tried to stop her.”
Victor turned to Lily. “Is that true?” Lily opened her mouth; fear closed it. “Tell him,” Serena leaned in. “Serena.” Victor’s voice cut like a blade, and she stopped.
He crossed the foyer and knelt beside Ethan. The baby reached for him with his uninjured arm. “Daddy.” Victor’s face broke for half a second, then disappeared again. He lifted his son carefully. “Call Dr. Moreno.” One of his men moved immediately.
Then Victor looked at the camera above the staircase. The red light was off. “Why is the foyer camera disabled?” “Maintenance,” Serena said. Victor looked at his security chief, Marco Ruiz. “Was maintenance scheduled?” “No.”
Silence. Then Victor saw something under the console table — a small black recorder. Lily’s recorder, the one she used to track Ethan’s breathing episodes for his pediatrician. The red light was still blinking. Victor picked it up. “That proves nothing,” Serena whispered.