A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 223

At the question, the maternity nurse's heart leaped into her throat. She was too terrified to speak.

When no answer came, Fairfax turned his cold gaze on her. The look in his eyes was so menacing that the nurse's legs gave out, and she collapsed to the floor.

"The baby… was probably gone around noon?" she stammered.

"Noon?" Fairfax's voice was dangerously quiet.

"Yes… yes…" the nurse nodded, trembling.

His voice exploded with rage. "She went missing at noon, and we're only finding out about it now?"

Brinley, consumed by grief and fury, lunged forward and kicked the nurse. "Why are we only finding out now? We pay you a fortune to take care of our child, and this is how you do your job?"

Darleen joined in the verbal assault. "It's been hours! If anything happens to the baby, I'll make you pay with your life!"

"At first, I thought a nurse took her for a bath," the terrified nurse sobbed. "Then I thought maybe for an injection… I… I…" She hadn't suspected a thing. It was a Yelchin baby, after all. Who would dare to harm a Yelchin? Figuring the child was in good hands with the hospital staff, she had decided to take a short break. The past few days had been exhausting. But her short break had turned into a deep sleep, and by the time she woke up, it was after five o'clock.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry…" she cried, her words lost in the chaos.

"Brinley! Brinley!" Darleen shrieked as Brinley's eyes rolled back and she collapsed.

The words—"She's never even had a child, she won't know how to take care of one"—were like needles stabbing into Fairfax's temples.

"Enough!" he roared.

Brinley's sobs hitched. She stared at him, her eyes wide with shock as fresh tears streamed down her face.

Darleen was shaking with rage. "Why are you yelling at us? Are we wrong? Besides Starla, who else would do this? Your brother is dead! If that baby dies in her hands, we might as well die too!"

Darleen started crying, overwhelmed with grief and fear.