Chapter 65: Olivia Sent the Screenshot That Changed Everything
Olivia did not chase the car.
She had watched enough rich families turn other people’s panic into their own defence.
Instead, she stood on the pavement, took one slow breath, and wrote down the registration number before it disappeared into traffic.
Then she sent Daniel three things.
The recording.
The time.
The number plate.
His reply came quickly.
Good. Do not contact Vanessa.
Olivia stared at the message.
“I am becoming a woman of law,” she muttered. “I hate it.”
But she obeyed.
By the time she reached Clara’s flat, Daniel was already there.
Clara sat on the sofa with her shoes off and both hands resting over Lily, as if her body had become the final locked room in the Hayes war.
“What did she do?” Clara asked.
No panic.
No tears.
Just a tired woman asking how close the wolves had come to the door.
Olivia placed her phone on the table.
“She tried to find out whether you are booked at the hospital, what floor you might use, and where visitors should enter.”
Clara closed her eyes once.
When she opened them, they were colder.
“Did she get anything?”
“No. The nurse shut her down.”
Daniel added, “And Olivia recorded the exchange from a public area. It is usable as context, though we will be careful with distribution.”
Olivia leaned forward. “That is not the worst part.”
Clara looked at her.
Olivia opened the photo she had taken through the car window.
It was blurred at the edges, but clear enough where it mattered.
A phone screen.
A maternity wing floor map.
A red circle near a corridor marked Private Rooms.
For a moment, the flat went utterly quiet.
Then Clara whispered, “That is my hospital.”
Daniel took the phone.
His expression did not change, but the room did.
It sharpened.
“She had a floor map,” Olivia said. “Not a public homepage. A floor map.”
Daniel zoomed in. “There may be an internal source, a staff leak, or a document forwarded from someone with access.”
“Richard,” Clara said.
Daniel did not disagree.
Olivia’s voice shook despite her best effort. “She smiled when she saw my phone. Like she wanted me to know she had it.”
“Because she thinks fear will make Clara react,” Daniel said.
Clara looked at the map again.
No blood.
No screaming.
No cartoon danger.
Just a circle on a corridor.
That was what made it worse.
It was administrative.
Polite.
Almost clean.
The Hayes family had turned cruelty into paperwork so often that even a hospital floor could become a threat.
Clara stood carefully.
Olivia moved to help, but Clara lifted one hand.
“I am all right.”
She was not all right.
She was better than all right.
She was done.
“Daniel, update the hospital. No visitors without direct verbal confirmation from me. No information released by phone. No family office recognised. No assistant, liaison, or representative.”
Daniel nodded. “I will send the letter within the hour.”
“And add this to the evidence package.”
“Already preparing it.”
Olivia blinked. “I love competent men when they are not trying to marry my best friend in a trap.”
Daniel ignored that with admirable discipline.
Clara picked up her phone and opened Ethan’s message thread.
There were four new messages.
Please let me come tomorrow.
I deserve to be there.
Do not punish me because of Richard.
She is my daughter too.
Clara took a screenshot, sent it to Daniel, and typed one reply.
Your father’s people are asking for my hospital information. Until the source is identified, you are not safe access.
Ethan’s answer arrived thirty seconds later.
What did he do?
Clara stared at the question.
For once, Ethan sounded afraid of the right person.
Before she could respond, Margaret Hayes called Daniel.
He put her on speaker.
Margaret’s voice was shaking.
“Clara needs to know something. Richard has been receiving updates on both pregnancies.”
Clara looked at the circled hospital map.
The wolves had not only reached the door.
They had been given directions.