Chapter 3

There was no sound at all from the other end of the line. I could even hear Edward's breathing grow rough with shock. "What did you say?" His voice dropped low, packed with suppressed fury.

"I said," I repeated calmly, "Lucy and her 'modern management' nonsense nearly caused acute kidney injury in your precious son. By now, his jaundice should already be getting worse. If you don't believe me, have your family doctor check him."

I wasn't exaggerating. That was the very first red-flag warning in the care plan I wrote for the Little Heir, marked in bold red letters.