{Ronan’s POV}

I'd done my best to keep her calm. But the moment I left Lisa’s side at the hospital, fury carried me like fuel. My wife and child had been put at risk, and I had no patience for politeness or drawn out diplomacy.

I made straight for Red Loom, no phone call, no warning, no scheduling of meetings. The staff I passed along the way parted without a word, sensing the volatility of the situation. When I stepped into Mrs. Jocelyn’s office, her already gloomy expression darkened further, and she rose halfway from her chair as if unsure whether to greet me or brace herself.

“We need to...