I will fight for her.
Daphne’s POV
“Daphne?” Zachary’s voice broke through, urgent, but distant. “Say something.”
“I didn’t—” My voice cracked, barely a whisper. “I didn’t mess up. She was fine. I swear she was fine.”
Penelope’s expression didn’t soften. “The panel found discrepancies in her medication log,” she said, her tone flat. “A dosage error—lethal, given her condition. Your name’s on the chart.”
A dosage error? My mind raced, clawing through last night’s routine. I had followed the orders exactly, measured every drop, logged every step. “That’s impossible,” I said, louder now, desperation creeping in. “I didn’t change anything. Someone must’ve...”
“We’re still looking into it,” Penelope cut in, “but right now, it points to you. Mr. Wellington’s already threatening legal actio
