“The operation was a success. Mr. Blackwood’s vital signs are stabilizing. He’ll need to remain under observation for at least a week.”
The doctor’s calm words finally loosened the tight knot in Naomi Hart’s chest. She exhaled slowly, the sterile hospital air tasting almost sweet after hours of waiting.
“Thank you, Doctor,” she said quietly.
Ethan Blackwood stood beside her, silent but visibly relieved. Together they followed the doctor into the private suite prepared for Old Mr. Blackwood.
Moments later the Blackwood housekeeper hurried in, having finished the endless paperwork and payments. Naomi turned to him at once.
“What happened? How did Old Mr. Blackwood fall down the stairs?”
The housekeeper looked genuinely lost. “I don’t know, Young Madam. The maid who handles the morning
