Chapter 3 - The Pain of Silence
Dominic’s handsome face darkened with a surge of raw, agonizing emotional pain. He looked at his hand-tailored suit, his polished boots, his vast empire—all completely worthless in the face of his daughters' terror.
For over a year, he had brought in top child psychologists, vocal therapists, and world-renowned doctors to break their silence. None had succeeded. Yet here was a humble housekeeper, hired barely three weeks ago, holding his daughters' trust effortlessly.
Dominic took another slow step closer, his deep voice trembling with tense, restrained authority.
"Fourteen months of silence..." Dominic rasped, staring at the little hands clutching Grace's apron. "...and you speak to her?"
Grace held her ground, her curly dark hair falling over her shoulders as she gently patted Nora's head behind her back. "They were just playing, sir. They didn't mean to break your rules."
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Suddenly, five-year-old Sophie peeked out slightly from behind Grace’s dress. Her tiny hand reached up, grabbing Grace's fingers and pulling the housekeeper down to whisper urgently into her ear.
👉 What terrifying words did the five-year-old whisper into Grace's ear?
