Chapter 4 – The Engagement That Ended in Silence
No one in the ballroom dared to breathe.
Claire stared at Daniel as though she had misheard him.
His jacket rested gently over Hannah's shoulders, covering the torn seam of her plain black uniform. Hannah instinctively held it closed with one hand while the other remained protectively over her stomach.
“Daniel...” Claire forced a laugh. “You're embarrassing me.”
He didn't even look at her.
Instead, he asked Hannah the only question that mattered.
“Are you hurt?”
Hannah tried to smile.
“I'll be fine.”
Before she could finish the sentence, another wave of pain tightened across her abdomen.
She gasped quietly.
Daniel caught her by the elbow before her knees could buckle.
“You're not fine.”
Martin hurried forward.
“She started having pains earlier this afternoon, sir. I wanted her to rest.”
Daniel's expression hardened.
“And she was still working?”
Martin hesitated.
“She insisted... but Miss Whitlock ordered her into the ballroom.”
Several guests slowly lowered their eyes.
They had witnessed everything.
No one had stopped it.
Claire folded her arms.
“This is ridiculous.”
Daniel finally turned toward her.
“What did you say?”
“I said this is ridiculous.” She gestured toward Hannah. “She's a housemaid. You're acting as though she's family.”
“No.”
His calm voice was colder than anger.
“I'm acting as though she's a human being.”
The words struck the room harder than a shout.
Claire's face reddened.
“You're choosing a servant over your fiancée?”
“I am choosing what is right.”
“She disrespected me.”
Daniel looked down at the lock of hair lying on the marble floor.
“No.”
He raised his eyes to meet Claire's.
“You disrespected this house.”
Claire laughed nervously, searching the room for support.
“She works for us.”
Daniel's answer came without hesitation.
“She works with us.”
Silence followed.
Everyone understood the difference.
Daniel glanced toward his head of security.
“Victor.”
The tall man stepped forward immediately.
“Yes, sir.”
“Call Dr. Eleanor Hayes. Tell her to meet us at St. Anne's Medical Center.”
“Yes, sir.”
Daniel carefully helped Hannah take a few steps toward the entrance.
Claire hurried after them.
“Daniel!”
He stopped but didn't turn around.
“You're leaving your own engagement party?”
“My guests will understand.”
“And what about me?”
He looked at her over his shoulder.
“You should be asking what about Hannah.”
Claire's voice cracked with frustration.
“She'll survive.”
Daniel's eyes became impossibly cold.
“I wasn't talking about her.”
Claire froze.
For the first time since they had met, she saw something she had never imagined possible.
Disappointment.
Not irritation.
Not anger.
Disappointment.
As Daniel escorted Hannah toward the front doors, Martin followed close behind.
The ballroom remained perfectly still.
Crystal glasses sat untouched.
The musicians had stopped playing.
No one knew whether the engagement party was over.
No one had the courage to ask.
Just as Daniel reached the entrance hall, Hannah suddenly stopped walking.
Her breathing became shallow.
She gripped his sleeve tightly.
“Daniel...”
“Yes?”
“I think...”
Another sharp pain crossed her stomach.
Then warm liquid trickled down her leg onto the polished marble floor.
Martin's eyes widened.
“Oh, dear God...”
Daniel looked down.
His face lost every trace of color.
“Victor!” he shouted.
“Forget the hospital.”
He scooped Hannah into his arms.
“Get the doctor here. Now!”
Behind them, every guest stood frozen.
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The engagement celebration had ended.
Something far more important had just begun.
