Southcreek Manor.
Jeannie wore a surgical mask as she moved around the kitchen, fighting off a lingering cold and low-grade fever while she prepared dinner.
She'd been under the weather for three days now, but she hadn't slacked off in caring for Irwin, not even once.
When Briony found out Jeannie was sick, she packed up Little Nina and extended their stay at Skybreeze Retreat. She said it was to keep Nina from catching Jeannie's cold, and with that excuse, Stewart couldn't object.
Jeannie worried Stewart might blame her for the disruption, so even on her worst days, she worked as diligently as ever.
A car pulled up outside.
Jeannie turned the burner down to its lowest setting, wiped her hands, and stepped out of the kitchen to greet Irwin.
But after waiting a good while, there was still no sign of him.
Puzzled, she walked toward the front door.
Bob had just parked in the garage and was coming out when he ran into her.
"Ms. Radcliffe."
Jeannie glanced around. "Where's Irwin?"
"Oh, didn't the young master tell you?" Bob asked.
"Tell me what?" Jeannie frowned.
"His mother came to pick him up for dinner."
"His mother?" Jeannie stared, surprised. "Rosita?"
"That's right." Bob had been with the Wentworth family for years; he knew exactly who Irwin's birth mother was.
Jeannie nodded. "Irwin must have forgotten to tell me. Did he say when he'd be back?"
"No, he didn't," Bob replied. "But he said Mr. Wentworth was aware."
"Alright, thanks."
Jeannie headed back to the kitchen.
The stockpot on the stove was still simmering, sending up clouds of savory steam.
She'd made Irwin's favorite—creamy mushroom soup.
Jeannie watched the bubbling broth, lost in thought.
Without realizing it, she'd been the Wentworth family's nanny for four years now.
Her contract with Stewart lasted until Irwin finished elementary school.
Doing the math, she figured she had just four years left.
His reaction caught Jeannie off guard. "You… didn't know?"
From her expression and what she'd just said, he'd already pieced things together.
His handsome features went cold. "Rosita took Irwin?"
Jeannie finally caught on. "Bob said Ms. Lockwood picked him up after school, but Irwin told Bob you knew about it."
Stewart didn't respond. He simply pulled out his phone and dialed Irwin's number.
He handed Jeannie a bag. "These are Irwin's new books."
She reached out to take it, accidentally brushing her fingers against his. She quickly looked down and gripped the bag tighter.
Stewart didn't notice—his attention was on the call.
Irwin answered, "Dad?"
"Irwin, where are you right now?"
"I'm with Mom at Lunar Heights Estate."
Without another word, Stewart hung up, turned, and strode out the door.
By the time Jeannie rushed outside, the Maybach was already speeding down the drive and out of sight.
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