741 "I will never forget the moment I walked into that nursery and saw a billionaire’s dying son do something no doctor, no specialist, and no amount of money had been able to make him do. Minutes later, his father was pointing a gun straight at my head. He believed I was stealing his child. He had no idea I was the only reason his son was still alive.

By 4:00 AM, the nursery was filled with medical equipment and quiet, breathless chatter.

Dr. Julian Halloran stood beside Leo’s crib, re-checking the infant’s vital signs for the fourth time. He looked up at me, his eyes wide behind his gold-rimmed spectacles, a look of utter disbelief on his face.

"It’s a miracle, Lorenzo," Dr. Halloran whispered, showing me the digital chart. "His blood sugar has stabilized. His oxygen saturation is at ninety-eight percent. The severe infant formula intolerance was causing systemic inflammation, but human milk—specifically fresh, post-partum milk—has delivered the exact antibodies his stomach needed to heal."

I stood near the door, my arms crossed over my chest, watching Hannah. She was sitting in the rocking chair, wrapped in a plush cashmere shawl I had ordered brought up from the master suite, fast asleep from sheer emotional and physical exhaustion. Leo was sound asleep in her lap, his tiny hand still hooked into her sweater.

"She cannot leave this house," I said flatly to Dr. Halloran.

"Lorenzo, she isn't a medical staff member," Halloran cautioned softly. "She’s a grieving mother who acted on instinct. You can't just keep her captive."

"I am not keeping her captive," I replied, stepping out into the hallway where Dominic was waiting with a leather folder. "I am offering her the world."

Ten minutes later, I walked back into the nursery. Hannah was awake, carefully trying to transfer Leo into his crib without waking him.

"Leave him," I said quietly. "He rests better when he hears your heart."

Hannah pulled her hand back, looking at me nervously. "Mr. Rossi, I... I know I broke the house rules. I know maids aren't allowed on the residential floor after midnight. If you're going to fire me, I understand, but please... let me leave some milk in the fridge for him before I go."

I sat down in the chair across from her, leaning forward, resting my elbows on my knees.

"You aren't fired, Hannah," I said. "In fact, your housekeeping duties end effective immediately."

I gestured to Dominic, who placed a single sheet of paper on the table beside her.

"This is a personal services agreement," I explained. "You will move into the master guest suite adjacent to the nursery. You will be provided with a personal security detail, a private vehicle, a full wardrobe, and a salary of fifty thousand dollars a month."

Hannah gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. "Fifty... fifty thousand? Mr. Rossi, no. I can't take your money for taking care of a baby!"

"You aren't just taking care of a baby," I said, my tone turning deadly serious. "My enemies killed my wife two months ago because they thought it would destroy me. They are watching this estate, waiting for news that my son has died so they can move in on my business holdings. You just saved the Rossi heir. That makes you the most important person in this house—and the biggest target outside of it."

Hannah looked at Leo, whose cheeks were flushed with healthy warmth. She gently traced his tiny eyebrow with her pinky finger.