Chapter 5 - THE WOMAN WHO REFUSED HIS OFFER
“My mother had a baby?”
The question barely escaped my lips.
Nicholas read the intake form again.
“It says she was pregnant. It doesn't tell us what happened afterward.”
I felt suddenly ashamed of how little I knew about my own mother's life.
Carolyn Carter had spent thirty years putting everyone else's needs ahead of her own.
She worked in hospital laundry rooms, cleaned offices after midnight, and still found enough energy to make pancakes every Sunday.
She had never mentioned Anthony Vescari.
Not once.
“Why would she hide this?” I whispered.
Nicholas gently set the document down.
“Maybe she had a reason.”
I thought of Grandma Eleanor's words.
The child must never be sent back.
A terrible possibility settled over me.
“Was my mother forced to give up her baby?”
Nicholas didn't answer.
He called Marco and asked him to preserve copies of the documents.
Then we returned to the mansion.
By the time we arrived, the engagement dinner had become a tense gathering of guests who knew something was wrong but couldn't agree on what.
Vanessa stood near the grand staircase.
Her expression changed when she saw us.
“Nicholas, darling. I've been worried sick.”
He didn't embrace her.
“We need to talk.”
She glanced at me.
“Privately.”
“Emily stays.”
Her smile tightened.
“She's an employee.”
“She witnessed what happened to my mother.”
Vanessa folded her arms.
“Fine.”
Nicholas showed her the photograph of Dr. Whitcomb.
“Why were you meeting him?”
For the first time that evening, Vanessa looked genuinely surprised.
“Where did you get that?”
“Answer me.”
She glanced toward the ballroom.
“I was arranging a medical assessment.”
“Without my knowledge?”
“Your mother has been making increasingly unreasonable accusations. I thought a professional opinion might help.”
“By having her humiliated in front of seventy-six people?”
Vanessa's face flushed.
“I didn't arrange for anyone to hurt her.”
Nicholas placed Peter Walsh's work order on the table.
“Your signature is here.”
She stared at it.
“Yes. I ordered the chair restored.”
“And the weakened joint?”
“I didn't authorize that.”
It was an obvious defense.
But she didn't look frightened.
She looked furious.
“Ask your brother what he's been doing behind your back,” she said.
Nicholas narrowed his eyes.
“What does Daniel have to do with it?”
Vanessa laughed bitterly.
“Everything.”
She reached into her handbag and produced a printed email.
It had been sent to Dr. Whitcomb from an address registered to Daniel's business office.
The subject read:
Margaret Vescari — emergency evaluation.
Nicholas examined the date.
Three weeks earlier.
Before Vanessa had allegedly arranged anything.
I felt the room shift beneath my feet.
Daniel had made the first inquiry.
Vanessa leaned closer.
“You think I wanted to have your mother committed? Daniel came to me with medical concerns. He said Margaret had been hiding documents that could destroy the family.”
“Then why the chair?”
Vanessa's voice cracked.
“Because he said an incident at dinner would convince her to accept treatment.”
Nicholas stared.
“You agreed to frighten an eighty-year-old woman?”
“I agreed to something unforgivably stupid.”
She wiped her cheek.
“But I did not agree to murder her.”
For a moment, I believed her.
Then I remembered how she had threatened my mother's care.
“Your idea of helping people is strange,” I said.
Vanessa turned toward me.
“Do you think you're innocent in all this?”
Nicholas stepped forward.
“Enough.”
But Vanessa continued.
“Ask Emily why Daniel insisted she be hired here thirteen months ago.”
I froze.
“What?”
Vanessa opened another email.
This one was addressed to the mansion's former staffing manager.
Please prioritize Emily Carter's application. My mother is familiar with her family.
Daniel's name appeared at the bottom.
My breath caught.
I had believed I'd earned this job through an interview and excellent references.
Apparently, Daniel had intervened.
Nicholas looked at me.
“Did you know?”
“No.”
Vanessa tilted her head.
“Interesting, isn't it? The maid, the old medical records, and your brother's secret interest in both.”
Nicholas ordered Marco to bring Daniel back into the study.
Daniel entered looking tired.
Nicholas held up the emails.
“Tell me why you arranged Emily's employment.”
Daniel looked directly at me.
“Because Margaret asked me to.”
Margaret appeared in the doorway.
“That's true.”
My heart pounded.
“Why?”
Margaret's eyes filled.
“Because I promised your grandmother I'd look after you.”
I stared at her.
“After me?”
She nodded.
But Daniel interrupted.
“Mom, we need to stop hiding what happened.”
He opened his wallet and withdrew an old St. Agnes visitor's pass.
The name printed on it was Carolyn Carter.
Beneath the date was a handwritten entry.
Child's registered name: Samuel.
I felt sick.
“Samuel?”
Daniel looked at Nicholas.
“The child didn't disappear.”
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Then he said something that changed everything.
“Samuel came to Philadelphia six months ago. And he's been working for someone in this house.”
