THE POOR MAID’S BABY WOULDN’T STOP CRYING IN THE MILLIONAIRE’S MANSION… UNTIL HE HELD HER AND SAW THE SILVER MEDALLION THAT HAD VANISHED WITH THE ONLY WOMAN HE NEVER STOPPED SEARCHING FOR

His eyes land on you.

No, not on you. On the baby in your arms.

“What is going on here?” he asks.

His voice is low, controlled, and so cold it makes your throat close.

Mrs. Benton materializes almost instantly from a nearby doorway. “Mr. King, I am so sorry. There was a childcare issue this morning and I used my discretion, but I did not anticipate…”