Xavier reached out and gripped the edge of the silk duvet, pulling it back with a sharp, decisive motion. He found Chloe Bishop fully dressed in the warm tracksuit Vince had provided, her small frame curled into a protective ball. His eyes narrowed as they swept over her pale features.
"Chloe. Get up."
His voice was a cold command, the tone he used in boardrooms to snap subordinates to attention. But Chloe remained motionless, her consciousness anchored deep in the sedative slumber provided by Old Mrs. Tang.
"Stop shouting at her."
Madam Bishop stepped into the room, her face tight with a maternal fury she usually reserved for business rivals. She glared at Xavier, her voice trembling but resolute. "Chloe has suffered a severe shock. Tomorrow is Baby Bella’s one-month celebration. She
