Naomi Hart set down her teacup as the housekeeper’s voice came through the phone, tight with worry.
“Mrs.… Miss Hart, can you reach Mr. Blackwood?”
She glanced at Sebastian Cole beside her and at Lily nestled against her side. “He was just here a little while ago. What’s wrong?”
The housekeeper rarely called unless something was serious. A heavy sigh followed. “Mr. Blackwood Senior isn’t well. The family doctor has been here. He’s on an IV, but the fever still won’t break.”
Naomi’s chest tightened. “That bad?”
Ethan Blackwood had disappointed her in every way that mattered. She had walked away from him without looking back. But his grandfather was different. During the years she had lived in that cold mansion, the old man had treated her like a true granddaughter. For the first time i
