Eve~
I froze.
The caretaker's face twisted into a sneer, her voice dripping with contempt as she quickly deflected. "It was this ableist bitch. It was her," she hissed, pointing an accusing finger at me. "She's the one who called your son impaired."
My mouth fell open in shock, but before I could speak, Felicia's glare hardened, her red lips twitching. "A mutt calling my son names already? How dare you?" she drawled, her voice low and dangerous.
I shook my head. "No. I would never say something like that, Your Highness. It was the caretaker—"
"Enough." Felicia's voice cut through mine like a blade. Her gaze, sharp as a predator's, turned to her son. "Tell me the truth, darling. What did the woman say to you?"
