It wasn’t the gentle quiet of night, but something deeper—an unanswered question lingering in the dark. Mrs. Margaret Collins, the housekeeper, was asleep on the floor beside the cribs, unaware he was standing there.
Jonathan stood frozen in the doorway.
A man used to billion-dollar deals and ruthless negotiations now struggled to understand something painfully simple.
How had it come to this?
His children, Ethan and Olivia, slept peacefully, their small faces calm and unaware. They were the only light in a life that suddenly felt hollow.
Jonathan Reed—the powerful executive, the man who lacked nothing—felt a cold wave of shame creep through him. What kind of father was he?
He had always believed money ensured security. He hired the best staff, paid top salaries, demanded excellence.
But this image told another story.
Margaret, still in her modest uniform, clutching Ethan’s favorite teddy bear against her cheek, looked less like an employee and more like an exhausted mother.
He stepped closer and knelt beside her. Her lined face, marked by years of hard work, was peaceful in sleep.
Where was the nanny?