Arthur Vericci stood in the middle of his grand living room while holding a tiny blue blanket.
His newborn baby boy had been crying for six straight hours without any relief.
The marble floors reflected the bright lights from the massive crystal chandelier overhead.
Several security guards in dark suits stood near the heavy wooden doors.
Arthur paced back and forth while gently rocking the small child in his arms.
He was one of the richest men in the city, but he felt totally helpless.
The baby continued to scream until his little face turned bright red.
Arthur had hired three full-time nurses and paid for top pediatricians to visit the house.
None of the famous doctors could explain why the little boy refused to rest.
Mr. Vericci: Come on Nico, please stop crying for just one minute.
Arthur lowered his head and squeezed his eyes shut from extreme exhaustion.
He had not slept more than two hours a night since bringing Nico home.
His wife had passed away shortly after the child was born in the hospital.
The entire mansion had felt cold and sad ever since that terrible day.
A young maid named Elena walked into the room carrying fresh laundry.
She dropped the white blanket she was holding straight onto the shiny floor.
Her eyes were locked on the little infant wrapped in blue fabric.
She took a quick step forward despite the guards watching her closely.
Elena: Please, let me hold him for a second.
Mr. Vericci: The medical team could not fix this, so why would you try?
Elena: Sir, I know I am just a maid, but please trust me.
Arthur hesitated for a moment while looking down at his screaming son.
He was too tired to argue with anyone anymore.
He carefully moved the child into Elena's outstretched hands.
The moment Elena cradled the baby against her chest, something incredible happened.
Nico stopped screaming in an instant as if a switch had been flipped.
The room suddenly became completely quiet except for soft breathing sound.
The baby rested his tiny head right against Elena's shoulder.
Arthur stared at her with wide eyes and a pale face.
Mr. Vericci: He is silent... How is that possible?
Elena: He knows my heartbeat because he remembers me.
Mr. Vericci: What are you talking about right now?
Elena: Mr. Vericci, I need to ask you something about your son.
Arthur took a deep breath and gestured toward his private office.
He signaled for the security guards to stay near the main hallway.
Elena kept holding the sleeping infant tightly against her chest.
She walked slowly behind the wealthy owner of the home.
Her heart was pounding fast, but her voice stayed clear and strong.
She knew that what she was about to say would change everything.