Chapter 3 - The Secret Nurse
“I question them because I spent four years as a pediatric physical therapy nurse before taking this job,” Claire replied with absolute calm, holding up her official credentials.
Ethan turned to Claire, his dark eyes piercing. “You were a pediatric nurse?”
“Yes, Mr. Caldwell,” Claire explained, her voice echoing with authority. “I was hired three weeks ago as a junior nanny through your domestic agency. The first thing I noticed was that Noah’s reflex responses didn't match the medical chart for progressive paralysis.”
Noah gripped his forearm crutches tighter, looking up at his father. “Dad, every time I drink the yellow medicine Mrs. Hargrove brings, my legs get heavy and hot... like they’re sleeping.”
Ethan took two heavy steps toward Eleanor, pulling the brown medication bottle directly off her silver tray.
“Ethan! What are you doing? That is his prescribed daily dosage!” Eleanor shrieked, reaching for the bottle in panic.
Ethan held the bottle high above her reach, examining the faded label. “If this is standard neurological therapy, why aren't the ingredients listed on the primary prescription label?”
“Because it’s an experimental compounded formula from Dr. Harrison!” Eleanor claimed rapidly, her chest heaving under her silk blouse. “I spent millions securing it for your son’s survival!”
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Claire stepped forward, holding her phone up. “Then you won't mind if we have the chief toxicologist at the city hospital run an immediate chemical screening on this liquid right now.”
👉 Eleanor’s face turned bright red as she realized the young nanny had systematically backed her into a corner.
