In Bed With Her Shithead Boss (By Ellie Wynters) novel Chapter 337

They spent the next half hour meeting with doctors and nurses, who cared for the children.

The hospital director came over to them. "Should we head out so you can meet with the press and farewell?"

Before Keira could respond, Tanya approached quickly, her face tense. "Miss Warner, we have a situation."

"What's wrong?" Keira asked, instantly alert.

"It looks like a member of the press recorded your conversation with a child."

Keira's stomach dropped. It could have only been with Sophie. But how? That area was off-limits to the press. Then Keira realized the waiting room hadn't been officially restricted because it wasn't inside the children's ward. The little girl did not need her life plastered all over the internet. She was going through enough. "But that was private. That was a child who just lost her parents."

"I know," Tanya said grimly. "We're trying to contain it, but they didn't break any rules, and they have told me they are running with the story. They told me out of courtesy."

"Running with what?" Keira demanded, anger flaring. "A private conversation with a grieving child? That is not okay. I want to speak to this outlet now."

She stormed toward where the press had been permitted to gather for the final farewell, Tanya and Amelia hurrying after her.

"Keira, wait—" Amelia called.

But Keira was already confronting the assembled reporters, her eyes scanning for anyone who might have made the recording.

"Which one of you thought it was okay to film a grieving child and turn it into media fodder?" She stated, her voice shaking with anger. "That little girl doesn't need her life plastered all over the press and gossip rags. She doesn't need that moment replayed over and over again."

The reporters fell silent, cameras capturing her unscripted moment of raw emotion. Someone from the palace confronting the press so openly.

"She's a child…a child who just lost her parents. She deserves privacy and respect."

One reporter stepped forward. "Miss Warner, the public could respond very positively to your interaction—"

The words had just given Keira the target she needed. This was the reporter who had recorded them. She felt even more disgusted because the reporter was a woman.

"I don't care," Keira cut her off. "My concern is for that child, not public opinion or whatever narrative you're trying to spin. That conversation wasn't meant for anyone but her. Think of the damage this could do to her. She has already experienced enough trauma. Your story will only add to it. What if she was your niece or your sister… Would you put your own family through that?"

The silence that followed was heavy with surprise. A future princess didn't usually speak so bluntly to the press in any country. Normally, the answer would have been silence.

Tanya appeared at her side, attempting damage control. "What Miss Warner means is—"

"I meant exactly what I said," Keira stated firmly. "And I would appreciate if..." She glared at the reporter who had taken the footage. "That story and the footage involving a young child in one of her darkest moments doesn't appear on any news program, newspaper, or gossip rag or I will make sure that media outlet is excluded from all future events."

With that, she turned and walked away, leaving the stunned reporters in her wake. Her whole body trembled with adrenaline, her hands shaking as Amelia caught up to her in the corridor.

"I'm sorry," Keira said immediately. "I know I shouldn't have done that. I shouldn't have lost my temper."

To her surprise, Amelia was smiling. "Don't apologize," she said. "That was the most genuine moment since you arrived in Wystovia. You weren't trying to be diplomatic or proper… you were standing up for what you believed was right. I felt like clapping."

"But the press—"

"Will run with it," Amelia agreed. "But not in the way you think. You just showed them exactly who you are, Keira. Not someone playing at being royal, but someone who genuinely cares about people more than putting on a show."

Tanya caught up to them, her expression unreadable. "Well, that was unexpected."

"I'm sorry," Keira began, but Tanya held up a hand.

"Don't be. It was perfect."

"Perfect?" Keira echoed, confused.

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