(Ayra's POV)
I sat frozen in my chair, staring at Steven as if he had just spoken in a foreign language.
My mind refused to process the words that had just left his mouth.
My chest tightened, and I struggled to breathe as I looked at Steven, hoping—desperately—that I had misheard him.
But the grim look on his face confirmed my worst fear.
It felt like someone had plunged a dagger into my back.
Nathaniel?
No. That couldn't be right.
He had been with our family for years, serving as a loyal and trustworthy driver.
I had entrusted my grandmother's safety, even my own life—into his hands without a second thought.
And now, Steven was telling me that he was the very person responsible for the fake medications?
"Nathaniel?" My voice was barely audible. "Are you sure about this?"
Steven's eyes darkened with certainty. "I wouldn't be telling you this if I wasn't, Miss Miller.
