He Kicked Down the Door to Destroy the Maid — Until Her 3-Year-Old Son Stood in Front of His Sick Daughter With a Hidden Pink Backpack

"She’s six years old, Gabriel!" Julian stammered, his voice jumping an octave higher as sweat beaded across his forehead. "She’s sick, she has high fevers, she’s hallucinating! The maid is coaching her! Don’t you see the maid wants a payout? She’s manipulating a dying child!"

"Abby didn't hallucinate," Claire said coldly. She reached back into the pink backpack and pulled out a small, child-sized silicone water bottle shaped like a cartoon bear.

"When Abby spit the pill out, Julian didn't notice," Claire explained, her eyes drilling into Julian's soul. "He poured the remaining juice down the bathroom sink to hide the residue. But after he left, Lucy was playing on the carpet. Lucy found the dissolved pill under the rug."

Claire looked down at her three-year-old son. "Lucy, what did you do?"

Lucy sniffled, burying his face in his mother’s neck before peeking out at Gabriel. "The juice made the rug turn black. I told Abby it was monster poison. I put Abby’s real pills from the kitchen inside my backpack so the bad man couldn't feed them to her."

Gabriel took the silicone bear from Claire’s hands. Inside was the dissolved residue that had melted against the carpet fibers. The smell was overpowering now.

Without a word, Gabriel turned to his head of security, Marcus. "Call Dr. Harrison. Tell him to bring a toxicology field kit to this house in ten minutes. If he isn't here in nine, drag him here by his collar."

"Gabriel, this is absurd!" Evelyn cried out, her voice shrill and panicked. "You’re taking the word of a common servant and two toddlers over your own family? Over your future wife? Julian is your blood!"

"Blood means nothing in this house, Evelyn," Gabriel said softly, and the quiet menace in his tone made Evelyn take two steps back toward the door. "Loyalty is everything."

Just then, Marcus stepped forward, his expression grave, holding up his tablet connected to the estate's high-grade surveillance server.

"Boss," Marcus whispered. "You need to see this."