Earlier that day...
Evelyn sat in her car parked just a few meters from Harrington Senior's estate.
A light scarf covered her hair, and oversized sunglasses shielded her eyes. She glanced at her wristwatch impatiently, her fingers tapping the steering wheel.
Ten minutes passed, and a woman in a simple maid uniform walked toward her.
"Good afternoon, ma'am," the maid said respectfully, bowing her head.
"Good. Get in," Evelyn replied curtly.
The maid hesitated briefly, then opened the passenger door and climbed in.
"How's your son doing? I mean his health," Evelyn asked with a softness that seemed unnatural on her lips.
The maid's eyes widened in surprise. "Ma'am, how do you know about that? I never told anyone—"
"You mean Ethan?" Evelyn interrupted with a smile that didn't touch her eyes.
The maid's heart skipped. 'She knows his name too?' she thought.
"Listen, I want to help you. You've been through enough. You lost your husband, and now your son is sick.
