CHAPTER 42
Clara’s POV
The ride back to the penthouse felt strangely calm, too calm if you ask me.
The nanny sat quietly beside the window, arms folded tightly around herself, as if she was trying to stay concealed.
Spencer was on his phone most of the drive, already making arrangements, talking to lawyers and assistants.
Everything was moving fast, exactly the way we wanted.
So why did my stomach feel so uneasy?
We had a witness, and she was willing to confess everything she had seen.
That alone should have made me feel relieved.
Instead, I felt like everything was going too smoothly.
The car pulled up to the tall glass building that had become our temporary base. Spencer’s men escorted the nanny inside while he and I followed behind.
The moment the elevator doors closed, Spen
