He drew his wand on her as she started to talk freely of what she had obviously overheard. Damn the fact he hadn't got around to ghost proofing the manor. Fuck!
"Say one word of that to anyone..." he threatened, his wand pointed to the tip of her nose. But she just snorted, and he realised how futile it was pointing to a ghost.
But she was quickly barking orders, and as he turned back to Liam, he saw the boy grumble and whimper from a bit of pain. He quickly wet the face cloth, hoping it would soothe him and he would go back to sleep. He didn't need to know his mother was here right now, let alone yelling at him.
But when she kept talking, something she said made him look up. He'd known Millicent was sick after Daphne told him, but he'd not realised just how sick. "She lost her baby?" he said in genuine disbelief.
He sat back down, stunned by that news. Another death to add to the toll, and it would likely be his if Millicent ever found out he was involved with this whole thing. "Please, Romilda," he said in a voice that was close to begging. "You can't ever tell Millicent anything you've heard here. I didn't... I had no idea until it was all done."
Millicent must have been so close to giving birth, and if he thought the deaths from this virus so far had been bad enough, it was now someone he knew well. He was too stunned to hear the rest of what she said, thinking of how he could ever make it up to Millicent for being instrumental in killing her child.
"I didn't know!" he said to Romilda, the wave of guilt that had been there washing back over him. "Do you think I don't deserve to be punished?" he said to her. "I should be lying there covered in pox marks, not Liam!"
How many more were going to die before they found a cure for this?