The baby’s cries echoed through the empty mansion like a haunting melody. Janelle’s hands trembled as she rocked the fragile little girl, her dark curls damp with sweat. The infant’s face had turned blotchy from hours of inconsolable wailing.
“She won’t take the bottle, Janelle,” the nanny had said in a panic before storming off. “She hasn’t eaten properly since her mother passed. I—I can’t handle this anymore.”
Now Janelle sat alone in the nursery, staring down at the child in her arms—Emma Collins, barely three months old. Her tiny fists waved feebly as she let out another rasping scream, lips trembling. The tragedy of Mrs. Collins’s sudden death still hung heavy over the house like a suffocating fog.
Pneumonia, they said. One moment she was vibrant and laughing in the garden with her baby. The next—she was gone. Since then, the billionaire father, Mr. Nathan Collins, had buried himself in work, unable to face the….Read Full Story Here…………………..
