Chapter 3 — The Hidden Truth Inside the Staff Records
The gala ended before dessert was ever served.
Logan canceled every remaining speech.
Every guest quietly left carrying the same impossible story.
The silent Mercer heir had spoken.
The following morning, Logan sat alone inside his office.
A single question consumed him.
Why Marina?
His head of security entered carrying a personnel file.
"We looked into her background."
Logan opened it.
Marina Collins.
Age twenty-eight.
No criminal record.
Excellent employment references.
Transferred from another city after caring for her terminally ill grandmother.
Nothing unusual.
Until one page slipped free.
A volunteer certificate.
Children's Medical Center.
Five years earlier.
Logan frowned.
Attached behind it was a faded photograph from a hospital charity event.
Dozens of volunteers stood together.
Near the edge of the picture...
Marina.
Much younger.
Holding the hand of a frightened little boy with messy light-brown hair.
Logan's heart stopped.
Noah.
Only three years old.
Before Vanessa had insisted on replacing every nanny.
Before his silence became permanent.
He stared at the date again.
Marina had volunteered in the pediatric recovery ward the same month Noah had undergone emergency surgery after a severe allergic reaction.
Security looked equally stunned.
"It appears they met before."
May you like
Logan whispered,
"Find every hospital record."
