Chapter 59


    Chapter 59: The Truth Comes Out


    Edrick


    I put E to bed myself that night. It was calming to see how peacefully she slept; if only I could have


    slept like that. As I returned to my room, still fuming over whether Moana was lying to me or not, I felt


    as though my daughter’s nanny was being suspicious.


    I couldn’t shake the feeling that Moana was pregnant with my brother’s baby. I knew that she went out


    for dinner with him the other night, and had seen him multiple times before that. For all I knew, she only


    ever epted the job with me to try to climb the social sses, and now she had gotten herself


    knocked up by my brother. I wanted to believe that I was wrong, that she really was just sick and


    gaining a little weight, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something more was going on behind the


    scenes.


    For quite a while, I tossed and turned in bed. Finally, I gave up on sleep altogether and decided to get


    myself a drink from the minibar. I grumbled to myself, feeling rather a lot like a grumpy old man with


    insomnia, as I climbed out of bed and headed out of my room.


    The living room was peaceful and quiet when I walked in. Surely everyone else was already asleep.


    The only sounds I could hear were the sounds of the city outside, and the only light that illuminated the


    room was the soft glow of the city lightsing in through the big open window. I sighed as I poured


    myself a ss of whiskey, then walked over to the double doors leading out onto the balcony and


    swung them open. I stood out there for a few minutes, drinking my whiskey as I leaned on the railing


    and looked down at the city below.


    As I stood on the balcony and looked down at the city, all I could think about was how suspicious


    Moana’s behavior had been recently.


    She’d been sick with “food poisoning” now for far longer than the three to five days that food poisoning


    would typicallyst. The smell of eggs and sausage made her gag, she was constantly touching her


    stomach, and I couldn’t forget that night that she fell asleep on the living room floor. I would never admit


    it, but that night was the first night since we terminated our sleeping agreement that I actually got a little


    sleep without having to take sleeping pills or drink too much alcohol.


    Speaking of alcohol: my ss of whiskey was already empty.


    I sighed and turned around to go and pour myself another ss.


    But just as I did, I caught a glimpse of Selina sneaking out of Moana’s room — and she was holding


    something in her hand.


    “Selina?” I called from where I stood in the balcony doorway. She froze. I could see her slip whatever


    she was holding into her apron pocket, and I frowned. “What are you doing?”


    “I was just checking on Moana,” Selina said. “She’s been sick.”


    My frown deepened. I approached Selina, and as I did, I could tell that she was hiding something from


    me. Were my own loyal servants, who had worked for me for years, hiding something so important


    from me?


    “Did you give her medicine?” I asked.


    Selina nodded. She still had her hand in her apron pocket, as though that would stop me from noticing,


    but she saw me looking and took her hand out.


    “Show me what you gave her, please,” I said quietly.


    Selina hesitated for a moment. I had never seen the housekeeper so nervous before. Normally, she


    was as cool as a cucumber. “Selina,” I insisted, e on.”


    Finally, she let out a deep sigh and pulled the object out of her pocket: it was a bottle of pills. I took the


    pills from her hand and turned it over in my palm, taking in a sharp breath when I read thebel. They


    were pregnancy vitamins.


    “I knew it,” I said, holding the bottle up. “Why does it seem that everyone in my house wants to keep


    things from me?”


    Seeing the bottle made me begin to fume even more than I already was. I had asked Moana if she had


    anything important to tell me, and she had said that there was nothing. I wanted to trust her — I really


    did. I was going to give her the benefit of the doubt, and I was even going to offer to pay for a doctor’s


    visit in the morning to sort out what was happening with her stomach, since she’d seemed so haggard


    lately. And yet, all along, both my nanny and my loyal housekeeper had been keeping something much


    more important from me.


    “Don’t be mad at her,” Selina said, reaching out and touching the arm that was holding the bottle of


    pills. I didn’t realize it at the time, but I had already be so angry that my hand was shaking. “She’s


    going through a lot right now. Give her time.”


    “This is important, Selina,” I said, speaking through my teeth. “How long have you known?”


    Selina shook her head. Her hand was still gripping my arm. “Only less than a week,” she said. “She just


    found out, herself. She told me she was going to make a decision about what to do by the end of this


    week.”


    “So you’ve known for several days now and you couldn’t be bothered to mention it to me?” I snarled.


    “I’m her employer. Her performance with my daughter has been slipping and I think that I deserved to


    know why earlier.”


    Selina sighed, shutting her eyes for a moment, then opened them again and looked at me with a


    serious expression on her face. “I promised I wouldn’t say anything until the end of the week,” she said,


    her voice low. “Telling on her would have only caused more upset for her–”


    “Do either of you know who the father is?” I asked. My mind went back once again to all of the times


    that Moana spent private time with Ethan. How was I to know that, on the night of the family banquet,


    they might have had s*x when no one else was around? Is it some sort of n of hers to ensure her


    future in the Morgan family? Is she really was just like E’s mother: a scheming woman with no regard


    for anyone except herself? By doing this, she was hurting my daughter.


    “I don’t know,” she said. “She didn’t say. She only mentioned that the baby will be a werewolf.”


    I froze. So, my suspicions were solidified; Moana had, most definitely, intentionally gotten herself


    knocked up by my brother so she could use the baby to enjoy the finer things in life for herself. That


    must have been why she secretly went out for dinner with him the other night. Did he really think that


    he could rent out an entire restaurant for his date with my daughter’s nanny and I wouldn’t notice? Did


    he even know about the pregnancy yet?


    I had to confront her right now. I brushed past Selina and began to storm toward Moana’s door.


    “Wait!” Selina called, running after me. “She’s sleeping now. It can wait until morning.”


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    Selina grabbed my arm again, but I tore away from her and closed the distance between myself and


    Moana’s room. The bottle of pills was still in my hand as I grabbed the doorknob and flung the door


    open.