The Harrington mansion had remained silent for years, save for the faint whir of machines and the solitary echo of footsteps through the marble hallways. After the sudden death of his wife, Daniel Harrington, one of the city’s most powerful businessmen, was left with two newborns and a grief so profound it consumed everything, even the joy of fatherhood.
But the silence ended when the twins turned six months old.
They cried all night, every night. Daniel hired the best nannies on the market: women with excellent resumes, certifications, and references. However, one by one they quit, citing the same thing:
“They won’t stop crying, Mr. Harrington. I can’t handle this.”
Daniel sat in his darkened office at 3:00 a.m., his tie loosened and his eyes bloodshot, listening to the twins’ cries through the baby monitor. Exhaustion and guilt tormented him. He can run a multimillion-dollar company, but he can’t comfort his own children.
In the fourth week of sleepless nights, the caretaker of his residence, Ms. Lillian, approached cautiously. “Sir, I know a person who could help. She’s not… conventional, but she’s performed miracles before.”
Daniel barely looked up. “At this point, I don’t care if she’s unconventional. Just bring her in.”
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