Imogen rubbed her temples, “Go ahead. What is it?
The maid confessed, “Ms. Russell, when we changed Mr. Caleb’s clothes earlier, we noticed a fresh scratch on his skin. It was caused by a fingernail and seems to
have been made very recently!”
“What?” Imogen thought she had <b>misheard</b>. She instinctively responded, “How could you be so careless?”
“Ms. Russell, it wasn’t us! All of us have kept our nails trimmed short and smooth for Mr. Caleb. There’s no way we could have scratched him!” the maid defended.
“So, you’re saying…” Imogen <b>froze</b>, her mind racing. <b>Apart </b>from herself, the maids, and the nanny, only two other people had been near Caleb recently.
One was Archie, and the other was Johanna.
“Mr. Rosario didn’t hold the baby just now. Only Ms. Johanna lingered by the cradle,” the maid added cautiously.
As Imogen’s expression darkened, the maid braced herself. “Perhaps <b>Ms. </b>Johanna identally scratched Mr. Caleb while ying with him. Her nails might’ve been too long-”
“That’s enough!” Imogen’s voice cut through the <b>room</b>, startling Caleb in the <b>cradle</b>.
The maid quickly soothed him with practiced ease until he drifted back to sleep.
The nanny, standing to the side, was tense.
Now, she understood why the maid <b>had </b>refrained from mentioning this earlier and Instead chose to report it privately. It was because Imogen wouldn’t believe them otherwise.
After all, one was her husband, and the other was her sister–inw. They were too close for her to take the word of outsiders over them.
The maid remained silent.
After a long pause, Imogen closed her eyes. <b>No </b>one could tell if she believed the <b>maid </b>or not. She finally sighed. “From now <b>on</b><b>, </b><b>keep </b><b>a </b>closer watch. Someone must stay by Mr. Caleb’s side at all times, okay?”
“Yes,” the maid replied.
Imogen slumped onto the bed. For a moment, she felt a chill running down her spine. Then, she remembered something and began rummaging through drawers. The maid hesitated “Ms. Russell, what are you looking for? Do you need help?”
Imogen didn’t answer. She opened one drawer <b>after </b>another, her hands carefully feeling around inside. Finally, in the third drawer, she found a small porcin bottle. Inside were two pills.
These were the pills that Felicia had sent her not long ago. She said that if Imogen took them, her eyesight would return within two hours.
Imogen clenched the bottle tightly, then opened it and poured out the pills. Without any hesitation, she swallowed them.
The wait was agonizing. Two hours felt like an eterity.
Imogen leaned back against the headboard <b>and</b>, without realizing it, drifted off to sleep. When she woke, the first thing she heard was the sound of her baby crying. Imogen opened her <b>eyes </b>and froze.
What greeted her was her cozy room. Beside the bed stood a cradle. It rocked gently, and insidey a tiny baby. Caleb, having just been fed, was happily babbling to
himself.
Imogen covered her mouth, overwhelmed by disbelief. Was this a dream? she could see! She could actually see!
<b>She </b>had been blind <b>for </b>18 years and yeamed for the day her vision would be restored so that she could finally look at her child…
Imogen pped a hand over her mouth. She <b>was </b>so overwhelmed that tears streamed down her face uncontrobly.
The maid asked anxiously, “Ms. Russell, what’s wrong?”