The Boss Accused His Maid of Kidnapping — Until the 1-Year-Old Touched Her Cheek and Called Her "Mama"

"Lock down the estate," Vincent commanded smoothly into the phone, his voice echoing with absolute, lethal authority. "I want the private clinic Sarah used fully raided by our tactical teams. Seize all the medical files, freeze the corrupt doctor's offshore accounts, and bring him to the warehouse. He has a lot to answer for."

Vincent hung up the phone.

Anna gasped, her eyes widening in absolute shock. "You... you believe me?"

"I don't need a DNA test to recognize a mother's grief, Anna," Vincent replied, completely devoid of his usual arrogance. "And I don't let people use my name to commit evil in the shadows."

Suddenly, the heavy doors of the dining room swung open.

Stepping into the room was Thomas. He was Vincent’s older brother, a man in his fifties wearing an expensive navy suit. Thomas had always been jealous of Vincent’s success and had recently been pushing aggressively to take over the family trust, claiming Vincent was too distracted by single fatherhood.

"Vincent, what is going on?" Thomas demanded, glaring at the weeping maid on the floor. "The security team just locked the front gates! I have a board meeting in twenty minutes!"

Thomas looked down at Anna, and a flash of pure, terrified recognition crossed his face.

Anna’s breath caught in her throat. She pointed a shaking finger directly at Thomas.

"He was there," Anna whispered, her blood turning to ice. "He was at the clinic the night Sarah took my baby. He was the one who handed her the cash."

The entire room went dead silent.