Vivian’s POV
I walked quietly beside Damien as Nanny led us through the long hallways of the DeLuca mansion toward Mrs. DeLuca’s room.
Watching them together tugged at my heart.
Nanny looked older now.
More fragile.
But the warmth in her eyes hadn’t faded.
“Mr. Damien…” Nanny whispered, her voice trembling. “My little boy…”
Before I could fully process what was happening, she threw her arms around Damien.
He hugged her back without hesitation.
“It’s good to be home, Nanny,” Damien said softly.
Nanny smiled through her tears before continuing down the hallway.
A few moments later, we stopped in front of a pair of elegant double doors.
Nanny turned to Damien.
“She’s been asking for you since she woke up this morning,” she said gently.
I watched Damien draw in a slow, steady bre
