Chapter 93

Renata's temper flared. She strode over, grabbing the handle of the bassinet.

“Santino, Latisha just had a miscarriage. How could you let her look after Jaden?"

The unspoken question was clear: what if Latisha, seeking revenge, decided to harm the child? It was a telling sign of her own guilty conscience, an acknowledgment of what their family had done to Latisha.

Santino glanced at Renata and offered a placid smile. "I have to go out for a bit. You should get to bed early, don't wait up for me."

"Going out again? You're not coming back tonight?" A flicker of disappointment crossed Renata's face. He was gone from dawn till dusk every day, and she had no idea what he was doing. She'd had him investigated, but there were no other women. He barely interacted with females at all, not even clients. He was so meticulous that she could never find any leverage, yet the uncertainty left her feeling insecure every single day.

"We'll see. Clifford called me."

"Oh." She believed him. Santino wouldn't lie about something like this, and Clifford certainly wouldn't cover for him.