“There’s nothing unusual coming from our people,” Marsh answered truthfully.
Old Mr. Sinclair gave a quiet “Hmm” and issued the order. “If it becomes necessary, send her back to her biological parents.”
This time he would make certain Naomi returned to the Sinclair family without any further interference.
“Yes, sir.”
At the same hour, inside the Blackwood residence, Julian Blackwood came home in a foul mood and refused every bite of dinner.
Grandma Blackwood’s brows drew tight.
She had already promised the boy she would lure Naomi back. Why was he still refusing to eat?
“Ethan, Julian hasn’t touched a single thing on his plate. Don’t you care at all?” she asked sharply.
What kind of father ignored his own son?
Ethan Blackwood lifted his eyes slowly. His gaze settled on Julian. Sur
