“Another caregiver,” the doctor muttered. “Your sons need medical oversight, not household staff pretending to diagnose.”
Rebecca felt heat rise in her chest but kept her voice level. “I am here to care for them, not diagnose. But I am observant.”
The doctor scoffed. “Observation without medical training is useless.”
Rebecca met his eyes calmly. “How long have you treated them?”
“Eight months,” he replied sharply.
“And you still do not know what is wrong,” she said.
Silence settled like a stone. Daniel raised a hand to stop the argument before it grew further.
“Hargrove will show you the children,” he told Rebecca. “Doctor Collins, we will speak later.”
The doctor left with stiff irritation. Daniel glanced at Rebecca with a flicker of reluctant respect.
“You are not easily intimidated,” he said.
“I am used to being underestimated,” she answered simply.
They climbed the grand staircase to a quiet hallway lined with family photographs. A smiling woman holding twin babies appeared in several frames. Daniel paused at a pale blue door.
“They are resting,” he said softly.