Ella's POV
The other end of the line went dead silent.
The answer was obvious. If he had actually flipped through that binder, he wouldn't be calling me in such a panic right now.
"You sent someone to bang on my door in the middle of the night to force me on the phone. You want to save your son? Sure. But you have to pay."
"Ella. Noah is your son! You're really trying to extort money out of him at a time like this?!"
He enunciated every single word, like he was trying with everything he had to suppress his rage.
"Noah is five years old. He knows perfectly well what he's allergic to," I said.
"The only reason he's in the hospital right now is because he never listens to a word I say. He'd rather eat whatever anyone else hands him than touch anything I make."
"Enough! I know all that
