After stepping out of the study, Ethan's aide was already waiting at the door, pushing his wheelchair back to the bedroom.
"Sir, there's something I don't quite get. Mind if I ask?"
"Go ahead."
"That attacker who was hiding in the flowerbed earlier-when he fired the shot, you were still a fair distance from the car. With your skills, even while shielding Mrs. Harper, it doesn't make sense you'd end up with a scratch from the glass... so, were you-?"
A strange, unreadable glint flickered in Ethan's eyes, calm on the surface yet sharp beneath.
"There's something I needed to confirm."
Since Celeste had a medical background, proving that should've been straightforward. After all, medicine isn't something you can fake overnight. If someone was pretending to be her, that'd be
