The early morning sun filtered through the grand windows of the Grayson mansion, but the atmosphere inside was heavy. As Chloe stepped into the living room, she saw a tiny, solitary figure perched on the expansive velvet sofa. Liam Jr. looked smaller than usual, his handsome little face clouded with a profound sense of loss and trembling insecurity.
The moment Chloe knelt in front of him, the boy lunged forward, throwing his small arms around her neck with a desperate strength. His entire body was shaking.
"What's wrong, sweetie?" Chloe whispered, her voice fracturing with tenderness. She held him tightly, feeling the frantic rhythmic thumping of his heart against her chest.
The boy remained silent, his grip only tightening. Chloe looked up at Nanny White, who simply shook his head; he
