Michael frowned, picking up the jar to inspect it. “Why wasn’t it mentioned to me or the nutritionist? Everything Emily eats is monitored for a reason.”

Gloria met his eyes, her expression softening as she spoke. “I understand, sir, and I apologize for not mentioning it. I’ve been caring for children for many years, and I thought a bit of homemade food wouldn’t hurt. But I should have asked. I only wanted to make sure she was happy and well-fed.”

Her explanation, while earnest, did little to quell Michael’s unease. He realized that, while Gloria’s intentions might not have been malicious, the breach of protocol was serious. Emily had specific dietary needs, and every aspect of her care was meticulously planned to ensure her health and safety.