She told me she wanted to help raise the twins and support me while I rebuilt my life. She was Elise’s older sister and I believed family loyalty meant I should trust her.
A month later a young nursing student named Olivia Baker joined the household through a childcare agency. She was quiet, careful with her words, and almost invisible inside the grand penthouse.
She asked only for a small room near the nursery and permission to care for the babies during nights. I agreed without hesitation.
Diana disliked her immediately.
One evening during dinner Diana leaned toward me and said quietly, “She sits in the nursery with the lights off for hours, Victor, and that kind of behavior is unsettling because you never know what strangers might do inside your home.”
I frowned yet dismissed the concern because Olivia had been gentle with both infants. Miles’s endless crying even softened whenever she held him close.
Still, the seed of suspicion was planted.
A week later I hired a security company to install discreet cameras throughout the penthouse. They were small and silent and nearly invisible against the white walls.