She waved her hand dismissively, her tone casual. "Oh, don’t be so formal! After all, we were dormmates. Congratulations! Your son is adorable. I saw him earlier and he’s so cute!"
Her calm demeanor surprised me. Weren’t there rumors of a fierce scandal between her and Spencer?
I had expected some tension, but Lucy seemed unfazed. Was this how affair partners behave nowadays?
"Where’s your son now? I’d love to see him again, that little face is just too precious!" Lucy’s eyes sparkled with enthusiasm as she held my hand, her excitement infectious.
I didn’t like her touch, though it was unexpected. She had always seemed distant, but now, her cheerful personality threw me off.
"He’s asleep. The nanny’s watching him," I explained. "But I can take you to see him if you’d like."
Lucy’s demeanor was warm and inviting and I rarely refused people who seemed well-meaning. Her eyes shone with an innocent brightness that made it hard to suspect her of any ill intentions.
But then, her expression changed. She frowned slightly, her hand tightening around mine as she pulled me out of the crowd, her pace quickening. "Tiffany, are you really comfortable leaving your baby with someone else? There are too many hidden dangers in a rich family’s household. You can’t trust people so easily."
Her anxious words sent a chill down my spine. My heart sped up, panic creeping in as we hurried down the hallway.
"He’s upstairs ... " I muttered.
Lucy strode ahead, pulling me along in her wake, her high heels clicking sharply against the floor as we made our way through the Yateses’ grand estate. Spencer had once told me that our room was located at the innermost corner for peace and quiet.
The baby had been resting in the living room on the second floor, where there had been fewer guests. But now, I wasn’t so sure.
"Don’t overthink it. I might be wrong," Lucy said, her tone softening as she tried to comfort me. But her attempt only deepened my self-blame. How could I have forgotten the potential conspiracies in a family like this? I was a novelist, for heaven’s sake. I should have known better.
We searched frantically and as my eyes scanned every corner, tears welled up. The fear that something might have happened to my son was overwhelming.