“Who are you?” Victor asked calmly.
“I—I’m Hannah Brooks,” she said, shaking. “The cleaning lady.”
He studied her carefully.
“This child is yours?”
“Yes.”
“She was alone,” he said quietly.
Hannah’s voice trembled. “She’s sick. I had no one to watch her. Please don’t fire me. I need this job.”
Victor looked down at the baby.
“How old?”
“Eight months.”
For a moment, his expression changed.
“My son would be eight months old too,” he whispered.
He handed the baby back to her.
“You can bring her here whenever you need,” he said quietly. “This room is warm.”
Then he added:
“My name is Victor Kane.”
The name made Hannah’s blood run cold.
A New Life Inside the Mansion
The next day, Victor’s house manager offered Hannah a full-time job.
Three times her previous salary.
A room in the mansion.
Hannah accepted.
Life inside the mansion was strange. Men in black suits guarded the property. Bulletproof cars arrived at night. Security cameras covered every corner.
But Victor never treated her with cruelty.
Instead, he often watched Lily from a distance.
Something about the baby softened him.
One night, he finally told Hannah the truth.
Years earlier, his wife and newborn son had been killed during a gang war.
He had never recovered.
