The beautiful mansion was unusually quiet that afternoon. The only sound came from a crying baby in the arms of Emma, the family's nanny.
Emma sat in a large chair, gently rocking the baby while tears filled her own eyes.
Emma: Please, sweetheart, don't cry. I'm right here.
The baby slowly began to calm down, but Emma's relief lasted only a moment.
Footsteps echoed across the marble floor.
Victoria, the baby's mother, entered the room wearing a red dress. Her expression immediately hardened when she saw Emma holding the child.
Victoria: Give me my baby.
Emma carefully stood and handed the baby toward her.
Emma: Of course, ma'am. He
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