Michael’s mind raced as he stood there, trying to process what he was witnessing. He had always trusted Gloria, but the scene before him made him question everything. His heart ached at the thought that anyone could harm his precious Emily, and he knew he had to act quickly to protect her.
Pushing the door open with quiet resolve, Michael stepped into the nursery. Gloria looked up, startled, her eyes widening in surprise and guilt. She quickly moved the jar behind her, but it was too late. Michael had seen enough.
“Mr. Whitmore!” Gloria stammered, her voice trembling. “I… I didn’t expect you back so soon.”
Ignoring her nervous greeting, Michael focused on Emily, who seemed content now, resting against Gloria’s shoulder. He approached cautiously, his mind still reeling from the shock. “What are you feeding her?” he demanded, his voice steady yet filled with unspoken concern.
Gloria hesitated, glancing from Michael to the jar and back again. “It’s… it’s just a homemade blend,” she tried to explain, her voice faltering. “I thought it would be good for her—a special supplement.”
Michael’s eyes narrowed. “Without my consent? You know every aspect of Emily’s diet is meticulously planned. Why would you introduce something new without consulting me or the nutritionist?”
