[Rosewood Mansion]
Norma had been fuming for God knows how long when the sound of footsteps finally echoed through the hall. Her nails dug into the armrest the moment she saw Daniel walk in.
The nurse whom Daniel had caught red handed stiffened instantly. His gaze sliced through her composure, sharp and unblinking, and she lowered her head in reflex.
Daniel didn't spare her another glance as he strode past, stopping only when he reached the couch opposite Norma. He sat down with deliberate ease, one leg crossing over the other, his back leaning lazily, fingers interlaced as if he had all the time in the world.
"You seem pretty pissed, Aunt Norma," Daniel drawled. "I was wondering when your puppet would finally tell you what happened at the hospital."
Norma's jaw tightened. She shot the nurse a withering glare, and the woman practically fled, her footsteps hurried and uneven as she disappeared down the corridor.
Silence settled between them, thick and dangerous.
