Her heels clicked sharply against the marble. She stopped in the doorway, eyes narrowing. “What are you doing,” she snapped.
Grace turned carefully, still holding one sleeping child. “They were hungry and alone. I just helped them.”
Madelyn stepped closer, her smile never reaching her eyes. She lowered her voice to a whisper that carried poison. “You either follow orders in this house, or you disappear from it.”
Grace blinked, confused. “I do not understand. I was told to come here. The housekeeper called me.”
Madelyn’s expression changed in an instant. She raised her voice theatrically. “Help. This woman broke into my home and touched my children.” Her tone was shrill and dramatic. Then she lifted her hand to display a diamond ring. “This ring belonged to my late sister in law. She would never allow strangers near her babies.”