Ethan Carter’s mansion in Lagos was breathtaking, a palace of marble floors, towering gates, and endless rooms. But behind the polished beauty lived three six-year-olds who turned every day into chaos: Daniel, David, and Diana.
he housekeeper, exhausted from training caregivers who never stayed, handed her a uniform without ceremony.
“Start in the playroom,” she said quietly. “You’ll see.”
As soon as Naomi entered, she saw the devastation. Toys covered the floor, juice streaked the walls, and the triplets bounced on the sofa as if it were a trampoline.
Daniel threw a toy truck at her.
Diana crossed her arms and shouted, “We don’t like you!”
David grinned and deliberately poured cereal onto the rug.
Most people would have shouted, begged, or walked away.
Naomi did none of those things.
She adjusted her headscarf, picked up a mop, and began cleaning.
The children froze. No yelling. No fear. Just calm.
