Michael’s heart pounded as he stood frozen at the door, his mind racing with questions and worst-case scenarios. He knew he had to act, but he also needed to gather enough information to understand the situation fully. The fear for Emily’s well-being surged within him, wrestling with the need to remain calm and composed.
He took a deep breath, steeling himself before pushing the door open further. “Gloria,” he called out, his voice steady despite the turmoil within. The maid jumped, startled, her eyes wide with surprise as she turned to face him. Emily, sensing the shift in energy, looked up with her big, innocent eyes, oblivious to the tension that hung in the air.
“Mr. Whitmore!” Gloria stammered, quickly placing the jar down beside her. “I—I didn’t know you were returning today.”
Michael crossed the room, his gaze fixed on the jar that held his concern. “What is this?” he demanded, pointing at the container, his voice taut with a mix of anger and worry.
Gloria hesitated, her hands fidgeting in her lap. “It’s just some homemade applesauce,” she explained nervously. “I thought it would be a nice treat for Emily. She seemed to like it the last time.”
Michael frowned, picking up the jar to inspect it. “Why wasn’t it mentioned to me or the nutritionist? Everything Emily eats is monitored for a reason.”
Gloria met his eyes, her expression softening as she spoke. “I understand, sir, and I apologize for not mentioning it. I’ve been caring for children for many years, and I thought a bit of homemade food wouldn’t hurt. But I should have asked. I only wanted to make sure she was happy and well-fed.”
Her explanation, while earnest, did little to quell Michael’s unease. He realized that, while Gloria’s intentions might not have been malicious, the breach of protocol was serious. Emily had specific dietary needs, and every aspect of her care was meticulously planned to ensure her health and safety.
“I appreciate your care for Emily,” Michael said, his tone softening slightly. “But there are strict guidelines we need to follow for her meals. It’s crucial for her health. I need to know that I can trust you to adhere to them.”
Gloria nodded, remorse evident in her eyes. “Of course, Mr. Whitmore. I promise it won’t happen again. I’ll make sure to stick to the approved meals from now on.”
Michael exhaled, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. He picked Emily up, holding her close, grateful that she seemed well and content. “Thank you, Gloria. I need to know that everyone in this house is committed to Emily’s well-being. That’s all I ask.”
As he left the nursery with Emily in his arms, Michael resolved to trust his instincts more and ensure tighter communication with his staff. He knew Gloria cared for Emily, but he also understood the importance of vigilance when it came to his daughter’s safety. The experience served as a stark reminder that being a parent required constant attention and involvement, even when surrounded by those who appeared trustworthy.
