It was evening when Dillon walked into the hospital room. The sight of him instantly brought Casper to Eliza’s mind. That swirl of emotions always seemed to well up in her, making her eyes misty. She tried hard to keep her emotions in check, not wanting to seem too overwhelmed.
“Dillon, weren’t you overseas? What brings you back?” Eliza asked, a bit surprised.
Dillon, ever the picture of seriousness, bowed slightly. “Master Ray informed me that you had an accident, so I rushed back right away. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you and... the little one are safe.”
Chelsea couldn’t help but roll her eyes. Caleb, always the blabbermouth, couldn’t wait to spill the beans about Eliza’s pregnancy to everyone.
“I’ve already notified the police, Dillon. They’ll handle my protection, so you don’t need to worry,” Eliza said, managing a small, warm smile.
“It’s not the same. I have my responsibilities, and Mr. Casper made it clear that your safety is the top priority. I won’t slack off,” Dillon replied with impeccable politeness.
With that, Dillon excused himself to attend to other matters, leaving Eliza to rest.
Once outside, Dillon made a phone call. While investigating the plane crash in Africa, they’d found some leads pointing to Manuel. But Casper had been seriously hurt, and his recovery took precedence, leaving the investigation on the back burner.
“Keep a close watch on him. I’m on my way,” Dillon said before hanging up and heading out of the hospital.
Back in the room, Chelsea poured Eliza a cup of warm water. “Dillon used to be Casper’s personal assistant. Having him around might be more reassuring.”
Eliza held the cup, her expression thoughtful. With Dillon’s presence, she did feel safer than with just the police. But with Casper gone, Dillon couldn’t protect her forever. True salvation, she knew, had to come from within.
“Chelsea, I have an idea,” Eliza said, her eyes filled with contemplation.
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