Julian’s eyebrows knit together as he shot a glance at Madeline, who paused for a moment before slowly turning around. She faced him, her eyes cold and sharp, her voice quiet but unwavering.
“It was Helene.”
“You don’t have any proof.”
Everything she said was just guesswork.
“Proof? No, I don’t have it. But only two people would pull something like this. It’s either Helene or Raine. There’s nothing in this for Raine. If she wanted revenge, she wouldn’t go this far. So it has to be Helene.”
Julian rubbed the space between his brows, looking worn out.
“We’ll look into it. For now, let’s not jump to conclusions.”
He moved closer and took her gently by the arm.
“Come on.”
“Where to?”
“To get your wound treated.”
“I’m not leaving.” Madeline turned away, heading back to the window. She stared at her child inside, hooked up to tubes, doctors watching over him day and night. Her heart felt like it was sinking straight through the floor.
Julian’s expression darkened. He was so frustrated he almost wanted to just scoop her up and carry her out of the room, but noticing how fragile she looked, like one more blow might break her, he just couldn’t.
He took a slow breath.
“If you don’t want that wound to get infected, if you want to be with your kid over the next few days, if you still want to find out who did this, you need to have the doctor take care of you right now.”
Madeline’s resolve faltered.
Julian caught it right away and signaled for Miles to bring a doctor.

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