After finding out Grandma Judith was literally plotting to have me and the baby killed, Jack went into extreme protection mode. He was done playing nice or trying to reason with that evil witch. If she wanted to get to us, she'd have to go through him first.
Within 24 hours, Jack had hired an entire squad of muscle-bound security guards to watch over me every minute of the day and night. Suddenly the mansion was swarming with these severe-looking guys in crisp black suits and earpieces, standing guard outside every door and exit like Secret Service bodyguards.
I couldn't go anywhere alone - not even to use the bathroom! - without at least two of these intimidating guards hovering nearby. At first it felt excessive and suffocating having huge tough guys tailing me every time I so much as
