Chapter 3 - The Doctor’s Arrival
The heavy oak doors of the study swung open, and Dr. Richard Hale walked in carrying a sleek silver medical case. Behind him stood Victoria Mercer, Grant’s sleek, impeccably dressed stepmother, wearing diamond earrings and a cold, condescending smile.
“Grant, my dear boy,” Victoria purred, her voice dripping with artificial warmth. “Dr. Hale is here for your weekly treatment.”
Dr. Hale stepped into the dim room, his eyes scanning the study before landing sharply on Hannah standing beside Grant’s desk.
“Why is the maid in here while the lights are dimmed?” Dr. Hale asked, his tone laced with immediate irritation. “You know Mr. Mercer requires absolute quiet during his neurological assessments.”
Hannah bowed her head politely, smoothing her white apron to hide her trembling hands. “Apologies, sir. I was just finishing dusting the desk.”
“Leave us, maid,” Victoria commanded coldly, pointing toward the door with her manicured hand.
Grant remained completely still behind his mahogany desk. For five years, he would have blindly trusted his stepmother and doctor. But Hannah’s words echoed in his mind like thunder.
“Wait,” Grant commanded, his deep voice halting Hannah in her tracks near the threshold. “Hannah... stay and assist Dr. Hale tonight.”
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Dr. Hale’s hands stiffened over the latch of his silver medical case. Victoria’s cold smile flickered for a fraction of a second.
👉 “Grant, that’s completely unnecessary,” Dr. Hale argued smoothly, pulling out a small brown glass vial. “A housemaid isn't trained for medical procedures.”
