Arthur Verruchi walked back and forth across the bright marble floor of his grand living room.
He held his baby son Nico close to his chest and tried to rock him gently.
The little boy had been crying for almost two full hours without stopping once today.
Arthur had hired three different professional child care workers during the last month alone.
None of them had been able to discover why the child was constantly so unhappy.
The huge mansion was filled with expensive toys, soft clothes, and warm blankets everywhere.
Yet nothing seemed to give the sweet baby any real peace or comfortable sleep.
Arthur felt his own heart break a little more with every loud tear that fell.
He was a powerful businessman who managed hundreds of employees in his city office.
However, inside his own peaceful home, he felt completely useless as a loving father.
His rich late uncle had left him this massive estate and a huge trust fund lately.
Arthur only wanted his small motherless son to feel safe, quiet, and happy again.
He adjusted the baby's blue blanket while walking past the large glass hallway windows.
Two security guards stood quietly near the entrance door, looking very worried for him.
They had never seen their wealthy boss look so tired and utterly lost before today.
A quiet woman in a neat burgundy uniform stepped softly into the tall hall.
Her name was Elena, and she had just started working as a maid yesterday morning.
She stopped near the tall indoor flag and watched the stressed young father carefully.
Her brown eyes were filled with deep sympathy and a strange, knowing kind of worry.
Arthur did not notice her standing there at first because he was pacing so fast.
He kept whispering loving words into the child's small ears without any success at all.
The baby's face was bright red, and his tiny hands gripped his father's white shirt.
Arthur: Come on Nico, please stop crying for me, little guy.
Elena: Excuse me, Mr. Verruchi.
Arthur stopped walking immediately and looked up at the quiet new home helper.
Elena: Please... let me hold him for a minute.
Arthur frowned slightly because he did not expect such a sudden personal request from her.
Arthur: He does not know you, Elena.
Elena: Trust me, sir, just for one small moment.
Arthur looked down at his screaming child and then back at Elena's calm face.
He felt so desperate for help that he slowly stepped forward across the bright floor.
He placed the crying baby gently into Elena's warm waiting arms.