𝗦𝗔𝗬 𝗬𝗘𝗦 𝗜𝗙 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 Days of Our Lives #DOOL

Millionaire Came Home Early to Find His Son and the Nanny on the Stairs… Then Learned a Truth No Fortune Could Prepare Him For
Richard Lawson wasn’t supposed to be home before sunset. His calendar said dinner with investors, his assistant had a car idling downstairs, and his desk held the usual stack of late-evening reports.
But when the elevator doors opened into the quiet of his townhouse, he heard something he hadn’t expected—soft sniffles, a whispered voice: “It’s all right. Look at me. Breathe.”
Still holding his briefcase, Richard stepped through the front door. On the staircase sat his eight-year-old son, Oliver, shoulders stiff, blue eyes shining with unshed tears. A faint bruise darkened his cheek.
Kneeling before him was Grace, the family’s caretaker, her hand steady as she dabbed his face with a cool cloth. The tenderness in her touch made the whole foyer feel like a chapel.
Richard’s throat tightened. “Oliver?”
Grace looked up, her expression calm. “Mr. Lawson. You’re home early.”
Oliver’s gaze fell to his socks. “Hi, Dad.”
“What happened?” Richard asked, sharper than he meant to. The fear in his chest had a way of sharpening everything.
Grace cleared her throat. “A little accident.”
“A little accident,” Richard repeated. “He’s bruised.”
Oliver flinched, as if the words were loud enough to bruise, too. Grace’s hand settled on the boy’s shoulder. “May I finish? Then I’ll explain.”
Richard nodded and set the briefcase down. The house smelled faintly of lemon oil and the lavender soap Grace used on the bannisters. A perfect stage for an ordinary evening—only nothing felt ordinary.
When the compress was secured, Grace folded the cloth carefully, like closing a book. “Would you like to tell your dad, Oliver? Or shall I?”
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