Rosalind Lowell heard her phone ring. Just as she reached for it, the slightest movement made the baby in her arms start to stir.
She sighed. She had just said she was resting and sent the nurse away. Now, she had no one to blame but herself.
The phone rang four times before finally falling silent. 'Who would be calling her at a time like this?'
...
Alaric Davenport saw that she didn't answer and stopped calling.
He stood outside her room for a long while.
"The car is all set. You should get going. The baby was born a while ago."
"Will she be angry?" Alaric Davenport's expression grew distant.
"Well…" Ethan Lockwood was taken aback, not expecting such a question. "I don't know. Why don't you just ask her?"
"Have you contacted the old gentleman's family?"
Ethan Lockwood shook his head. "He's all alone, no real family. But we've contacted his butler, who is on his way."
Alaric Davenport nodded. "Leave your men here. You drive me."
