The silence in the hospital room was deafening. Every eye was fixed on Philip Mercer, who stood there with perfect composure, seemingly unaware of the bombshell he'd just dropped.
I kept my face carefully neutral, even as satisfaction bloomed in my chest. Caleb's lie had been exposed in the most public way possible.
"There must be some mistake," Caleb finally stammered, his face flushed with humiliation. "I specifically spoke with hospital administration about—"
"No mistake, Mr. Sterling," Philip interrupted smoothly. "Mr. Arthur Sterling called the hospital director personally at 8:15 yesterday morning. I was present for the call." He turned to Beatrice with a polite smile. "He wanted to ensure Mrs. Dubois received the best care available."
Fiona's knuckles had gone white where she gripped her mother's bed rail. "But Caleb said—"
"Perhaps Caleb was confused about which accommodations he arranged," I suggested innocently. The look Caleb shot me could have frozen hell.
