Page 37 of The Nanny Contract
Helen pressed on. “We’re worried about the kinds of people you’re exposing him to, Logan. He needs structure. He needs discipline. He needs a proper?—”
Logan cut her off, his voice firm. “Don’t you dare question the people in Henry’s life. Casey has been nothing but supportive and kind to Henry. That’s what Henry needs—not your judgment.”
Relief washed over me at Logan’s unwavering defense of my character. His words gently patched over some of the sting caused by his reaction to the article during the auction.
Helen switched tactics, clearly realizing she was losing ground. “If you truly care about your son, you’ll reconsider. The court will examine this situation and question your judgment. We’re prepared to argue that you’re choosing companionship over stability, and that Henry is better off being placed in our care.”
Betsy finally stepped forward, breaking her silence. Her expression was as sharp as a blade.
“Well, aren’t you both brave?” she said, her voice dangerously calm. “Marching in here with your self-righteous indignation. As if you’ve already won. But let me be clear: when you poke a Westbrook bear, you’d better be prepared to deal with the claws.”
Helen rolled her eyes, but Betsy leaned in toward her, like a predator sizing up its prey.
Betsy’s eyes narrowed. “Henry is staying right where he belongs—with Logan. And if you attempt to continue down this foolish path, I’ll ensure that regret becomes your closest companion.”
Helen’s composure faltered for a fraction of a second, but she quickly recovered and offered a tight-lipped smile. “Betsy, is that a threat?”
Betsy’s eyes gleamed with icy confidence. “Oh, Helen, threats are a waste of my time. This? This is a favor to help you avoid ruin.”
Helen scoffed before reaching into her bag and producing a sealed envelope. She walked over and handed it to Logan.
“This,” she said with a haughty tone, “is formal notice of our intention to pursue custody.”
Logan glared at Helen, a blaze in his eyes. “If you think you can take my son away from me, you’d better be ready for the fight of your life.”
Chapter 10
Logan
Morning brought no relief from the horrors of the previous night.
I’d never experienced this type of anxiety—this type of agony. Worrying that the Mercers might take away my son.
My mind raced as I climbed out of bed and looked out the window. Surrounded by Westbrook Meadows and my family’s vast wealth—none of it calmed me today.
Even the smallest, most remote chance that they’d be successful terrified me.
Mother had tried to reassure me endlessly since their departure, but I was still fuming.
I was furious with the Mercers. Furious with Veronica for her assistance with the publication of the scandalous article.
I walked over to the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face. I’d only slept three hours, and I knew today was going to be hell at the hospital.
Part of me wanted to call out and take a personal day, but I knew it’d be a terrible idea since I was already on thin ice at the hospital after the article.
The strain of the custody threat had left me unable to enjoy a moment’s peace.
The estate was eerily quiet as I made my way downstairs to prepare a quick breakfast before heading to work. Sunlight spilled through the massive hallways, throwing long shadows across the floor.
I had hoped for a moment of solitude with breakfast, but as I stepped into the kitchen, there she was.
Mother sat at the head of the table, regal as ever. She sipped tea from a delicate porcelain cup. Her calm presence was both reassuring and maddening, considering the chaos occurring around us.
Without glancing at me, she spoke. “Good morning, darling! You look dreadful.”
“Thanks,” I mumbled, heading directly toward the coffee.
She set her cup down gently, the slight clink unnerving me.