Chapter 8 - The True Guardian
The days that followed were a whirlwind of police depositions, medical examinations, and legal restructuring.
The pediatric specialists confirmed that the sedatives had caused mild dehydration and distress, but because of Olivia’s quick intervention and immediate hydration, neither Noah nor Eli suffered permanent neurological damage. The boys were placed on a clean, nourishing regimen, and within a week, their cheeks regained their rosy flush and their laughter filled the sprawling apartment.
Jary, however, was a broken man.
He stayed home from the office, unable to shake the crushing guilt that he had brought a monster into his children’s lives. He would sit in the middle of the empty living room for hours, staring at his hands, feeling utterly unworthy of being a father.
“You’re doing that brooding thing again, Mr. Wilson,” a calm voice remarked.
Jary looked up. Olivia walked in, carrying a tray with fresh chamomile tea and a plate of warm biscuits. She set it on the coffee table and sat down across from him, entirely unbothered by the vast gulf of wealth and status between them.
“I almost let them die, Olivia,” Jary whispered, burying his face in his hands. “I built companies worth billions, but I couldn’t even protect my own sons.”
“You didn’t know,” Olivia said firmly, her tone leaving no room for self-pity. “Evil people are good at hiding, Mr. Wilson. That’s why they’re dangerous. But when the truth came out, you didn’t protect your reputation. You didn’t protect Clare’s feelings. You protected your babies. That makes you a father.”
Jary looked at her. Her face was serene, strong, and deeply compassionate. In the last two weeks, Olivia had refused to leave the penthouse, staying up through the night whenever the twins had nightmares, cooking fresh meals, and transforming the cold, sterile luxury apartment into an actual home.
“I received a call from your domestic agency yesterday,” Jary said quietly.
Olivia stiffened slightly, lowering her eyes. “Did they say something? If my contract is up, I can find another placement. I know you need a professional nanny now, someone with credentials and degrees.”
“They told me you turned down a promotion to head housekeeper at a five-star hotel because you refused to leave my sons until they were fully healed,” Jary said.
Olivia swallowed hard. “They need stability right now. They know my scent. They feel safe.”
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Jary reached into his pocket and pulled out a legal document, sliding it across the table toward her.
Olivia looked down at it. At the top of the page, in bold embossed lettering, it read: HEAD OF HOUSEHOLD & PRIMARY GUARDIANSHIP TRUSTEE.
