Chadworth nodded slowly, feeling a deep sense of clarity settle over his mind.
“Effective immediately, you are no longer a housekeeper in this estate.”
Rosamund’s smile faltered slightly, a look of worry flashing across her face.
“Sir?”
“I am completely restructuring the management of this entire property,” Chadworth continued warmly. “I want you to take over as the Head of Estate Operations and Chief Household Director. You will oversee all daily operations, staff management, and security protocols. Your salary will be quadrupled, alongside full benefits and permanent housing support for your family. Most importantly, I want you to manage my daughters’ daily schedules and care.”
Rosamund gasped, bringing her hands up to her mouth in utter surprise.
“Mr. Prescott… that is far too generous. I do not have a formal corporate degree for such a high management role—”
“I do not care about formal degrees,” Chadworth interrupted firmly. “I care about character, loyalty, and heart. You demonstrated more integrity today than every executive sitting in my boardrooms combined. You loved and protected my daughters when you thought no one was watching, and that is something money can never buy.”
Lorelai jumped up from the sofa, clapping her hands happily.
“Please say yes, Rosamund!”
Little Gemma looked up with big, hopeful eyes.
“Please stay with us forever, Rosamund.”
Rosamund looked at the grateful father kneeling before her and then at the two little girls who had captured her heart over the past few years.
All the worry in her chest melted away, replaced by a warm, permanent sense of belonging.
“I would be deeply honored, Mr. Prescott,” she accepted softly.
Six months later.
Warm afternoon sunlight poured through the large floor-to-ceiling windows of the estate’s sunlit reading room.
The cold, lifeless atmosphere that had once defined the house was completely gone, replaced by the joyful, chaotic warmth of a true family home.
Colorful storybooks, drawing pads, and framed pictures of summer road trips covered the tables.
Chadworth sat at a wide oak desk, but he was not reviewing financial spreadsheets or real estate investments.
Instead, he was smiling as he watched the back lawn through the open patio doors.
Outside, Lorelai and Gemma were running happily across the green grass, playing fetch with a friendly golden retriever puppy they had adopted two months earlier.
Their bright, ringing laughter echoed clearly through the summer air, completely free of any fear or hesitation.
