Chapter 4 - Unraveling the Silence
The next morning, Noah was officially discharged. The pediatrician gave Michael a strict regimen of care, but added a quiet note: "Whoever caught that spasm early deserves a medal, Mr. Carter. You're lucky to have her."
When they returned to the mansion, the atmosphere had shifted. The cold, regimented halls seemed narrower, emptier. Eleanor met them at the grand foyer, her arms crossed, her eyes darting suspiciously toward Emily, who had agreed to accompany them back just to transition Noah safely home.
"Michael, thank goodness," Eleanor said, stepping forward to take the sleeping baby. "I've already called the agency. They are sending a certified senior pediatric nurse within the hour. We can finally settle this chaotic situation."
Michael held Noah closer to his chest, stepping back out of his mother's reach. "Cancel the agency, Mother."
Eleanor blinked, taken aback. "What? Michael, don't be ridiculous. After the fright yesterday, we need top-tier professionals, not—"
"Emily is staying," Michael said firmly.
Emily, standing near the doorway with her bag, looked up in surprise. "Mr. Carter, I—"
"I was wrong," Michael said, turning his gaze entirely to Emily, ignoring his mother's gasp of indignation. "I let my fear and my obsession with rules cloud my judgment. You cared for Noah not because it was on a checklist, but because you actually saw him. I want you to stay as Noah’s primary caregiver. On your terms. Name your salary."
"Michael!" Eleanor interjected, her cheeks flushing red. "You are acting out of stress! She isn't qualified on paper! She was hired to clean floors!"
"She saved my son's life while your precious protocol almost let him suffocate!" Michael's voice boomed through the foyer, startling even the staff in the distance. He took a deep breath, steadying himself. "Mother... I respect you. But this is my home, and Noah is my son. Emily stays."
Eleanor glared at Emily with a mixture of anger and humiliation before turning on her heel and marching upstairs.
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Emily stood uncertainly in the middle of the foyer. "Mr. Carter, your mother is right about one thing—this will cause tension. I don't want to be the cause of conflict in your family."
"You aren't," Michael said softly, his voice softening into genuine sincerity. "The tension was already here. You just lit a candle in a dark room."
