“What? No.”
“Then how did it get there?”
“I don’t know.”
Marcus stepped forward. “You’re lying.”
Dr. Brennan turned to him. “I’m not.”
“Then explain the serial number on that chip. It’s medical grade. Custom. Expensive.”
Dr. Brennan’s face went white. “I swear I didn’t…”
“Who paid you?” the billionaire asked, voice cold.
“Nobody.”
“Who… paid… you?”
Dr. Brennan’s hands shook. “I didn’t do this.”
The billionaire’s wife stood up. “Then who did?”
Dr. Brennan looked at the floor. “I don’t know.”
“You’re lying,” Marcus said again.
“I’m not.”
Skye watched him. Studied his face. He was scared. Really scared. But he wasn’t lying. She could tell.
“He didn’t do it,” Skye said quietly.
Everyone turned to her. The billionaire frowned. “How do you know?”
“I just do. He’s scared. But he’s not lying.”
Dr. Brennan looked at her, eyes wide. “Thank you.”
The billionaire’s wife crossed her arms. “Then who?”
Dr. Brennan hesitated. “There was someone else in the room during the fitting.”
“Who?”
“Your nanny.”
The room went silent.
“Rebecca?” the billionaire’s wife whispered.
Dr. Brennan nodded. “She asked to observe. Said she wanted to learn how to help.”
Marcus’s jaw clenched. “Where is she now?”
The billionaire pulled out his phone. “I’ll find out.” He dialed. It rang. No answer. He tried again. Still nothing. His face darkened. “She’s not picking up.”
His wife stood. “Call security. Find her.”
The billionaire nodded, making another call. Skye’s chest tightened. Something felt wrong. Really wrong. She looked at the girl. She was staring at the door, eyes wide. Like she knew something.
“What is it?” Skye asked.
The girl pointed toward the hallway. Everyone turned. Footsteps. Slow. Deliberate. A woman appeared in the doorway. Rebecca. The nanny. She looked calm. Too calm.
“You called for me?” she said.
The billionaire stood. “Where have you been?”
“Running errands.”
“Your phone was off.”
“Battery died?” She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes.
Marcus moved between her and the girl. Rebecca noticed. “Is something wrong?”
The billionaire held up the chip. “You tell me.”
Her smile faded. For a second, no one moved. Then Rebecca looked at the girl. And her expression changed. Cold. Empty.
“She can hear now, can’t she?”
The billionaire’s wife stepped forward. “What did you do?”
Rebecca didn’t answer. She just turned and walked toward the door. Marcus blocked her.
“You’re not leaving.”
She looked at him. “Move.”
“Not a chance.”
The billionaire pulled out his phone. “I’m calling the police.”
Rebecca laughed. “Go ahead. You have no proof.”
“We have the chip.”
“That doesn’t prove anything.”..
