Chapter 8
Marcus turned his back on Victoria with absolute disdain, carrying his son gently toward the grand mahogany staircase.
"Margaret, please call Dr. Vance and have him check on Leo immediately in the upstairs nursery," Marcus instructed without looking back.
"Right away, sir. I'll take care of it immediately," Margaret replied, her voice steady and filled with professional loyalty.
Victoria lunged forward, attempting to follow them up the stairs, but her path was blocked by the sudden appearance of two guards.
Two massive estate security guards in crisp black suits materialized from the side corridor, standing shoulder-to-shoulder like stone statues.
They did not touch her, but their imposing physical presence formed an impenetrable wall that stopped her in her tracks.
"Get out of my way, you pathetic hired thugs! Do you know who I am?" Victoria screeched, striking her fists against a guard's chest.
The guards remained completely immovable, their faces stoic and professional, ignoring her desperate, flailing tantrum entirely.
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Marcus continued walking up the sweeping staircase, the soft sound of his leather shoes fading away into the upper level.
Leo rested his head against his father's shoulder, his crying subsiding into quiet, rhythmic sniffles as they left the foyer behind.
