Chapter 439

Vivian's blood boiled at Cassandra's words. She glared daggers at the woman, her thoughts sharp as knives. 'Clever move, bitch. You're clearly insinuating I'm hiding something while pretending to help. Now I'm really screwed!'

"So, Delacroix, you're saying I threatened the nurse to keep Nathaniel's condition from you?"

"I never said that, Miss Lockhart. Don't put words in my mouth. Unless... you are hiding something."

"What could I possibly hide? I want to know his condition just as much as you do! I feel terrible he got hurt saving me, okay?"

"How should I know what's going through your head, Miss Lockhart? Maybe you're trying to avoid responsibility if his condition worsens—"

Their argument escalated, each throwing accusations with alarming precision.

"Enough!" Eleanor's voice cracked like a whip, silencing the room. Her icy glare pinned the trembling nurse. "I don't care who's threatening you. Speak. Now. Or you'll regret crossing me."

"I—I'll tell you everything!" The nurse's loyalty to Liam crumbled under Eleanor's lethal stare.

"Truthfully... only Mr. Osborne and Miss Lockhart know Mr. Blackwood's condition. But the latest update... his life is in danger. Even if he survives, he’ll lose his leg! As for his current state, you’ll have to ask them."

"What?! Life-threatening? Amputation?!" Eleanor swayed, her face draining of color.

"Careful, Mrs. Whitmore!" Cassandra steadied her before turning on Vivian. "Explain this, Lockhart! What happened to Nathaniel? Where is he?"

"I don’t know his condition or his location!" Vivian’s confusion was genuine. "Liam told me the surgery succeeded and he was stable!"

"Then why bring him to another hospital? Why the secrecy?!"

"Stop acting innocent!" Cassandra snarled. "If we knew, would we be interrogating you?"

"You and Liam kidnapped him! This was all a setup—you faked an injury, knowing he’d save you, just to hurt him!"

"Bullshit!" Vivian’s voice turned arctic. "I have no motive—or time—for your delusions!"

"You do!" Eleanor lunged, gripping Vivian’s shoulders. "Where’s my son? Where is he?!"