Chapter 4 - The Nanny’s Redemption
The nanny clutched the one-year-old boy in the bright yellow onesie against her burgundy polo shirt, tears streaming down her pale cheeks.
“Thank you, Mr. Vance… thank you so much,” the nanny whispered, her voice shaking with overwhelming relief and exhaustion.
Victor gently placed his hand on the young woman’s shoulder, his expression softening just a fraction for the person who protected his son.
“You showed more courage today than everyone in my social circle combined,” Victor told her quietly, his voice full of genuine respect.
“Take him to the East Wing nursery. Lock the doors, and don't let anyone in until I give you personal word.”
The nanny nodded quickly, carrying the now-sleeping toddler up the sweeping wooden staircase away from the chaos unfolding below.
Elena watched them leave, her face twisting with pure hatred and rage as her carefully constructed life crumbled around her.
“You’re going to ruin everything we built, Victor!” Elena screamed, lunging forward before the officer grabbed her arms.
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“We had a deal! We had an agreement about the corporate trusts and the Greenwich properties!”
Victor turned his cold gaze back to her, adjusting his light gray overcoat with absolute, detached superiority.
