They pushed the temporary maid into the mute matriarch’s room because the kitchen staff at Raven Hill wanted something to laugh about before lunch.

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For the next forty-eight hours, Sadie played her role with absolute perfection.

Every night at 8:00 PM, when June delivered the poisoned neuro-suppressant bottle to the East Wing, Sadie pretended to administer the drug to Evelyn, while secretly pocketing the pills and replacing them with harmless vitamins.

Without the paralyzing drugs clouding her mind, Evelyn’s physical health improved at a miraculous speed. Within three days, color returned to her pale cheeks, her motor functions strengthened, and she was able to sit up in bed without assistance.

In total secrecy, using the private military sign code, Evelyn revealed the entire truth to Sadie.

Four years ago, before Julian disappeared in Syria, he had discovered that June Callaway was passing internal shipping manifests to Victor Sterling. When Julian confronted June, she had panicked, arranging for a paid saboteur to tamper with Julian’s military deployment orders, sending him into an unsanctioned, fatal ambush overseas.

When the news of Julian’s death reached Raven Hill, Evelyn had suffered a severe emotional shock, leading to a mild stroke. June had seized the opportunity, using corrupt doctors to prescribe the heavy B-4 neuro-suppressant, keeping Evelyn paralyzed and silent so she could never tell Ronan the truth about who killed his brother.

I need to show Ronan the proof, Sadie signed to Evelyn on Thursday evening as rain battered the bedroom windows. He thinks June is just a loyal servant.

Evelyn grabbed Sadie’s hands tightly, her smoke-colored eyes filled with fierce determination.

Ronan is smart, but he trusts facts, not accusations, Evelyn signed back sharply. June is planning to deliver the final set of stolen dock deeds to Sterling tomorrow night at midnight during the estate’s annual charity gala. We must catch her in the act.

“I will handle it,” Sadie whispered back, kissing the old woman’s hand gently.

At 11:00 PM that night, Sadie walked down the long, dark hallway toward the estate’s security office, carrying a tray of late-night coffee for the guards.

Using her friendly, humble demeanor, she engaged the lead security technician in light conversation while setting down the coffee cups. When the technician turned his back to answer a radio call, Sadie swiftly pulled a small USB flash drive—given to her by Vance Mercer, a private investigator contact—and inserted it into the main server port beneath the desk.

The drive instantly began copying the encrypted internal security camera feeds from June’s quarter and the East Wing hallway.

Suddenly, a cold hand clamped down hard on Sadie’s shoulder.

Sadie froze, her pulse spiking violently.

She turned around slowly to find Ronan Cain standing right behind her, his charcoal suit coat removed, his crisp white shirt unbuttoned at the collar, his dark eyes burning with intense suspicion.

“What are you doing in the security room at eleven o'clock at night, Miss Cole?” Ronan demanded, his voice dropping into a dangerous whisper.

The security guard turned around, his face going pale when he saw the boss standing in the doorway.

Sadie didn't panic. She pulled the USB drive from the port with a quick, hidden movement of her palm, slipping it into her apron pocket, while holding up a small silver key ring with her other hand.

“Mrs. Cain asked for her old family photo album from the lower storage room, Mr. Cain,” Sadie lied smoothly, keeping her voice completely steady. “The security guard was helping me locate the master key.”

Ronan looked from the security guard’s nervous face down to Sadie’s calm, unblinking eyes.

He stepped closer, his tall, imposing body looming over her, blocking out the light from the hallway.

He reached out, his long fingers gently grasping Sadie’s chin, tilting her face upward so she was forced to look directly into his piercing gaze.

“You are very good at having an answer for everything, Sadie,” Ronan murmured, his thumb brushing lightly against her cheek, sending an unexpected spark of heat coursing through her skin. “Every time I look at you, I see a woman carrying a heavy burden. Why won't you just tell me who you really are?”

Sadie felt her breath catch in her throat. For a wild, fleeting second, looking into his dark, intelligent eyes, she wanted to tell him everything—about Julian, about the poisoning, and about Poppy.

But she knew that without absolute physical proof, June Callaway would turn the tables on her, and Ronan’s ruthless instincts might put Poppy in immediate danger.

“I’m just a mother protecting her child, Mr. Cain,” Sadie answered softly, her eyes locked with his. “That’s the only truth you need to know.”

Ronan stared at her for three long seconds, his chest rising and falling heavily.

Then he slowly released her chin, stepping back into the hallway.

“Tomorrow night is the Cain Enterprises Charity Gala,” Ronan said coldly. “Three hundred of the most powerful people in Ashport will be in this house. You will remain in my mother’s room the entire evening. Do not step foot in the main ballroom.”

“Understood,” Sadie replied.