Victoria stormed into the kitchen, encompassed in scent and fury.
Her eyes scanned the disarray with transparent revulsion.
“What is this disaster?” she snapped.
Nathan attempted to clarify they were simply interacting.
Victoria distorted the instance into disarray and negligence.
She degraded Grace in front of the children, designating her “untrained” and “uncivilized.”
Though Nathan shielded Grace—an action that ignited resentment in Victoria’s eyes—the detriment had initiated.
That evening, Victoria advised deploying concealed monitors “for the boys’ safety.”
Nathan concurred, unaware they would soon expose the reality.
Two days subsequently, strain populated the residence.
On Thursday post-meridian, Nathan left his father’s golden Patek Philippe chronometer on his office desk during a digital communication.
Hours subsequently, it was absent.
Victoria counter-acted instantly.
“Grace was cleaning in there,” she whispered. “We should check her bag.”
Hesitantly, Nathan confronted Grace.
In the reception space, she evacuated her pouch—lip balm, an aged wallet, an image of her mother.
Moisture trickled down her visage.
“There’s nothing, sir. I would never—”
Victoria seized the pouch and agitated it.
The chronometer fell onto the glass surface.
The twins wrapped around Grace, weeping.
Blinded by what appeared like verification, Nathan requested Grace to depart that evening.
He did not involve the authorities for the youngsters’ sake—but he dispatched her away in the downpour.
The estate returned to quietude.
A suffocating variant.
Later, solitary in his office with a drink in hand, Nathan detected a security notification: Motion detected – Office – 5:42 p.m.
He unclosed the clip.
The vessel slid from his hand.
The video demonstrated Victoria entering the office, gathering the chronometer, and subsequently placing it into Grace’s pouch.
His respiration turned shallow.
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