He fired 37 nannies in two weeks… until the cleaner did what no one else could for his six daughters.

And then he heard it—

One small cry. Then another. Then six.

Running footsteps.

He went upstairs, already annoyed, already exhausted…

…and he froze on the threshold.

The six daughters were asleep.

Not scattered. Not separated.

All together, scattered on the big bed like little stars.

But what left him frozen was the woman lying between them.

She wasn’t a nanny.