The woman’s brow furrowed. “I’m not supposed to—” She hesitated, glancing toward the hallway. “There’s been a lot of emotion today. Mr. Carrington…she was visiting him.” Ethan blinked. Carrington? That name meant nothing. Before marriage, Lina’s surname had been Dawson. The mismatch jarred, scattering his thoughts in a million new directions.
“She said he was her father,” the receptionist added gently. The words didn’t fit into Ethan’s mind. He shook his head. “That’s impossible.” Dawson, not Carrington. No family alive—she’d told him that herself. The receptionist studied his stunned face, then sighed softly. “Maybe you’d better come with me.”