His expression closed immediately.
“Isabella passed away after a traffic accident four years ago.”
“I’m sorry.”
“The boys became unwell afterward.”
Before I could ask anything else, the office door opened.
A silver-haired man walked in without knocking.
Dr. Harrison Blake.
His gaze landed on me.
“Who’s this?”
“Claire Morgan,” Vincent answered. “Potential nanny.”
Dr. Blake gave a short laugh.
“You’re hiring another babysitter?”
“Nanny,” I corrected calmly.
His smile became condescending.
“These boys need medical expertise, not household help playing detective.”
“I agree.”
That seemed to surprise him.
“Then we understand each other.”
“Not exactly. How long have you treated them?”
His eyes narrowed.
“Eleven months.”
“And you’ve identified the cause?”
Silence.
Vincent leaned back in his chair.
Dr. Blake’s face tightened.
“You should stay within your qualifications.”
“I intend to. My qualification is noticing what happens when doctors aren’t here.”
Vincent watched us both.
Then he stood.
“She’s hired.”
Dr. Blake stared at him.
“Vincent, that’s absurd.”
“That wasn’t a request for your approval.”
The doctor gathered his papers and left, visibly irritated.
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Vincent looked at me.
“You enjoy provoking people?”
“No. I just don’t confuse arrogance with expertise.”
That earned the faintest smile.
He led me upstairs.
Lucas and Leo had adjoining bedrooms at the end of a long hallway.
Before Vincent opened the first door, I stopped.
There was a smell.
Faint.
Sweet.
Almost floral, but with something artificial underneath.
“What is that?” I asked.
Vincent frowned.
“What?”
“The smell.”
He inhaled.
“I don’t smell anything.”
I moved toward a decorative ventilation grate positioned between the boys’ rooms.
The scent was stronger there.
“When was this ventilation system last inspected?”
Vincent’s expression changed.
“I don’t know.”
“Who controls it?”
“The household system is automated.”
