Chapter 4 - When shocked tears well up in a grieving wealthy father's eyes upon seeing his injured daughter, a fierce domestic protector exposes the ultimate betrayal.
Little Lily stared directly past Bridget's red-clad legs, her wide brown eyes locking onto the tall man standing in the kitchen entrance.
“Daddy?” Lily cried out softly, her small voice trembling with physical pain and overwhelming emotional relief.
Nathan stumbled forward two steps, his polished leather shoes clicking sharply against the marble floor as if walking through a waking dream.
He stared down at the bleeding nose and bruised cheek of the little girl he had been told died in a nursery accident.
Tears welled up instantly in Nathan's dark eyes, his vision blurring as a suffocating wave of grief and realization crashed over him.
"Lily..." Nathan choked out, his voice breaking entirely as he reached out a trembling hand toward the floor.
Bridget dropped the golf club, the wooden shaft clattering loudly against the marble tiles as she tried to force a panicked smile.
"Nathan, darling, listen to me, this peasant maid attacked the child and I was just trying to defend our home," Bridget stammered.
Nathan ignored his wife completely, his gaze locked exclusively on the 30-year-old woman in the navy blue dress and beige apron.
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Clara looked up slowly from the floor, her fierce brown eyes meeting Nathan's tear-filled gaze with unyielding courage and sorrow.
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