“You cannot be here.”
“Out of my way.” Blaine stared the young nurse down in her white dress.
She was evidently scared of offending someone as powerful as him, but she was even more scared of offending whoever it was she was protecting.
“This is a private area, chairman. I cannot let you in.” She pleaded, even as her lips trembled.
“You said Sullivan was here. Oliver Sullivan.”
He studied her intently as he spoke, observing the way her body jerked to that name.
Her reaction confirmed he had not heard wrong earlier.
And that name confirmed that his suspicion was not wrong either.
His son was alive and Ariel was trying to keep him away.
It makes sense now why she reacted that way to Olivia’s name last night, just before Ophelia interrupted them.
Oliver and Olivia. Why?
Why the
