Michael ignored the greeting. His eyes were locked on the jar in her hand. “What is that?” he demanded, his voice steady but laced with an unmistakable undercurrent of anger.

Gloria hesitated, glancing down at the jar as though seeing it for the first time. “It’s just a homemade puree, sir. I thought it would be good for Emily to have something fresh.”

He could feel his temper rising, but he forced himself to stay calm. “Our nutritionist prepares all of Emily’s meals. Why didn’t you use those?”

Gloria shifted uncomfortably, avoiding his gaze. “I… I thought this might be better. More natural.”

Michael knelt down beside his daughter, gently taking the jar from Gloria’s hand. He examined it closely—there was no label, nothing to indicate what it contained. A wave of protectiveness washed over him as he placed the jar aside and picked up Emily, holding her close.

“Gloria, you know how carefully we monitor what Emily eats. Why didn’t you discuss this with me or the nutritionist?” His tone was stern, but beneath it was an edge of vulnerability, a father’s desperate need to ensure his child’s well-being.

She seemed to deflate, her demeanor shifting from defensive to apologetic. “I’m sorry, Mr. Whitmore. I didn’t mean any harm. I’ve just always believed in using natural ingredients. I should have asked first.”

Michael studied her carefully, weighing her words. He had hired Gloria because of her exemplary references and her experience. Yet now, he was confronted with a breach of trust, however well-intentioned it might have been.

“Your intentions may have been good, Gloria, but trust is crucial in this house. Especially when it comes to Emily’s care. We’ll discuss this more later, but right now, I need to ensure she’s okay.”

Gloria nodded, her eyes downcast. “Of course, sir. I’m truly sorry.”

As Michael watched her leave the nursery, he felt a mix of relief and lingering suspicion. He looked down at Emily, who gazed back at him with innocent eyes. He promised himself that he would do whatever it took to protect her. In a world where appearances could be deceiving, vigilance was his greatest ally. And as he held her close, he knew he would never again allow himself to be blindsided—his daughter’s safety depended on it.