As they neared the shore, Ambrose was about to rush over.

"Stand right there!"

Yet they had barely gotten two steps further when Forsythe called out coldly, "Bring me the Young Master."

As he spoke, Forsythe glanced at the child in Neil's arms.

Whew!

Ambrose took a deep breath, speaking in a firm tone. "My rules here. Let Heather go, and I'll give you the baby when she gets off the boat."

He was saying the words, but Ambrose's gaze never left Heather the entire time, unable to hide his urg