But Dr. Andrew Whitman, the obstetrician who had delivered the twins, always responded calmly.
“Newborn nerves,” he said. “Perfectly normal. He’ll grow out of it.”
Alexander wanted to believe him.
Then Emily’s sister arrived.
Rachel Bennett came into the house like a storm. She spoke loudly, criticized everything, and soon lawyers followed behind her. Rachel filed papers requesting emergency custody, claiming Alexander was too busy and emotionally unstable to care for two infants alone.
She even suggested installing cameras throughout the house to prove he was attentive and involved.
Alexander hated the idea.
But he hated the possibility of losing his sons more.
That was when they hired Olivia Parker.
She was twenty-nine years old and working toward her nursing degree. She spoke softly, asked thoughtful questions, and seemed entirely unimpressed by Alexander’s wealth or the size of the mansion.
Within a week she had memorized the twins’ feeding schedules and sleeping patterns.
When Noah cried—as he did frequently—she didn’t panic.
She held him in a careful, supportive way, positioning his small body differently than anyone else had.
Like someone who recognized pain.
Rachel disliked Olivia immediately.
“She’s too quiet,” Rachel muttered one afternoon. “People who are that quiet usually have something to hide.”
Alexander tried to ignore her.
The cameras were only for legal protection. Nothing more.
Days turned into weeks.
Alexander rarely checked the security recordings. His company demanded most of his time, and exhaustion drained whatever energy remained.
He wanted to believe everything was fine.
Then one night he couldn’t sleep.
The house was silent except for the distant hum of the air conditioning.
Alexander sat in his office and opened the security feed.
At first, nothing seemed unusual. Olivia moved gently around the nursery, rocking Liam and placing him into his crib.
Then Noah began crying.
Not the normal crying Alexander had grown used to.
This was sharper.
Desperate.
Alexander leaned closer to the screen.
Olivia quickly picked him up. But instead of simply rocking him, she placed him on a soft blanket and began carefully moving his legs and arms in slow, controlled motions.
Alexander’s heart jumped.
It looked almost like… therapy.
She supported Noah’s neck, adjusting his position with practiced precision.
Then she whispered something softly.