The room went entirely still, save for the soft breathing of the quadruplets.

Daniel chuckled, though the sound was dry and strained in the quiet room.

“What on earth are you talking about, Ethan? She died of sudden birth complications.”

“She knew you were taking money from her trust,” Ethan said, stepping closer to his partner.

“And she knew you paid off the clinic staff to cover up the safety violations.”

Daniel’s smile faded, his face stiffening under the pale pink nursery lights.

“That is a ridiculous accusation,” Daniel said, his voice dropping to a low hiss.

“You’re grieving, Ethan. You aren’t thinking clearly.”

“I found her records, Daniel,” I said, stepping forward to stand beside Ethan.

“And I found the contact information she hid in this very room.”

Daniel looked at me, a flash of pure anger crossing his sharp features.

“You’re a maid,” Daniel sneered, taking a step toward me. “Get out of this house.”

“She stays,” Ethan said, blocking Daniel’s path with a solid shoulder.

Ethan pulled out his personal phone and dialed the number written on the envelope flap.