The morning sun poured through the high arching windows of the vast estate on the coast.
Clara adjusted the collar of her simple blue nanny dress as she walked softly down the hall.
She had worked for the rich Montgomery family for nearly two whole years now.
Her main job was taking care of baby Leo, who was only eight months old.
The house was usually quiet in the early morning hours before the sun got high.
Ethan Montgomery was a very busy chief executive officer who loved his young son dearly.
His first wife had passed away shortly after little Leo was born into the world.
Six months ago, Ethan had married a glamorous blonde woman named Victoria.
Victoria always wore expensive silk dresses and carried bright designer bags around the home.
She pretended to be a loving mother whenever Ethan was standing in the room.
But as soon as Ethan left for his corporate office, her sweet smile disappeared instantly.
Clara had noticed the cold look in Victoria's eyes many times before today.
Victoria hated that the baby would inherit most of the vast Montgomery family fortune.
She wanted all the trust fund money and land for her own personal future.
Clara walked toward the bright nursery with a warm golden bottle of milk.
She heard a sudden strange sound coming from inside the quiet carpeted baby room.
It sounded like the heavy hiss of hot steam hitting a soft cotton fabric.
Clara pushed the heavy white wooden door open very slowly and looked inside.
Victoria was standing right near the expensive crib with a heavy hot iron.
She was holding the iron directly over the handmade antique silk baby blanket.
That special blanket was the only gift left by baby Leo's late birth mother.
Clara: What are you doing with that hot iron near the crib?
Victoria turned around quickly with a sharp and cold look on her face.
Victoria: I am fixing a small wrinkle on this blanket, nanny.
Clara: You are going to scorch the delicate silk on purpose!
Victoria: Mind your own business and leave this room right now.
Clara: I will not let you ruin his late mother's special blanket.
Victoria laughed softly and stepped closer to the wooden crib with the iron.
Victoria: Nobody cares about what a cheap hired servant thinks in this mansion.
Clara felt her heart beating fast inside her chest as she stepped forward.
She knew she had to protect the child and his precious family history.
The room felt suddenly hot as the heavy steam rose into the bright air.
Clara set the milk bottle down on a side table near the door.
She kept her eyes locked on Victoria's thin pale hands and dark eyes.
She was determined to stop whatever cruel plan the new wife was making.