“They know this song,” Amara said softly. “Your late wife sang it to them when they were still in the womb.”
Daniel froze. “What? How do you know?”
Amara’s voice trembled. “Because she taught me.”
Daniel’s heart pounded. “Did you know my wife?”
“Yes,” Amara admitted. “Years ago. I was a maternity nurse at the hospital where she gave birth. She trusted me… she even asked me to take care of them if anything ever happened to her.”
Daniel’s head was spinning. “It’s impossible.” After her d.eath, no one mentioned you. And you, why did you wait six months to introduce yourself? Why didn’t you come forward sooner?
Amara lowered her gaze. “Because someone didn’t want me to get close. Someone powerful. I received threats after your wife’s funeral, warning me to stay away. They didn’t want the twins to be raised the way your wife intended.”
“Who?” Daniel asked.
Amara hesitated. “I don’t know exactly, but I think it’s someone close to you. Someone who benefits from you being distracted, exhausted… maybe even too broken to properly run your empire.”
Daniel felt a chill run down his spine. Could it be the company? My fortune?
