The twins were slowly fading away, but their father didn’t understand why. Before leaving, he installed cameras to make sure nothing was threatening the children. But when he saw the footage, he took the first flight back immediately…

Check the purchase history at nearby pharmacies. Three. Set up a hidden camera in the kitchen.

Suddenly, she heard some rustling in the hallway. Looking out, she saw Tiffany sneaking toward the children’s room with a tray. But dinner was two hours ago, Rebecca wondered, quietly following her.

Tiffany placed a glass with some kind of drink in front of each boy. You need to take your vitamins before bed, she said almost gently. So you get better faster.

When Tiffany left, Rebecca entered the children’s room. Carl hadn’t had a chance to drink his vitamin yet. Sweetie, let me take that glass, she quietly asked.

I’ll bring you some regular water. She also included an analysis of this drink in her plan. I’ll call Marcus tomorrow, Rebecca decided.

I need to act faster. Who knows how much of this poison the children have already received. There was a quiet knock at the door.

Rebecca. I remembered something. A month ago, when I was throwing out the trash, I found strange receipts in Tiffany’s bag.

From some chemical lab. You don’t remember the name? No. But I took a photo of them.

I didn’t like it back then. Rebecca gratefully squeezed the housekeeper’s hand. The circle of suspects is narrowing.

Rebecca opened a new notebook and began to note down every detail. Thomas, pallor, lethargy, hand tremor. Carl, drowsiness, dizziness, nausea.

Both children complain of weakness in their legs. The next morning, Rebecca approached Alice. I need your help.

Today, we’ll accidentally drop the boys breakfast. When Tiffany finished cooking and turned to the cupboard, Alice would accidentally knock over the tray. Oh my goodness.

What have I done? It’s okay, Rebecca quickly reacted. I have some special baby food for just such situations. Tiffany, you won’t cook it again, will you? It will take a lot of time, and the children need to take their medicine.

Tiffany was flustered, unsure of what to say. But they’re used to certain food. It will be fine, Rebecca said firmly, pulling containers of pre-prepared breakfast from her bag.

By evening, she was already noticing the first changes. Day one, evening. Thomas showed interest in books, asked to be read to.

Carl sat up in bed by himself, no complaints of dizziness. Day two of the experiment. Rebecca organized a mix-up with lunch.

On the third day, she accidentally spilled the powder Tiffany had been adding to the children’s food. Sorry, I was cleaning and accidentally knocked over the box, she explained innocently. Tiffany was becoming more and more nervous.

Rebecca heard her talking to herself late at night in her room. No, Fiona, I can’t. They’re not getting better.

What do you mean, the dose? By the end of the week, the changes were obvious. Day seven. Thomas got out of bed and took a few steps around the room.

Carl asked for his tablet, played developmental games. Both of their complexions noticeably improved. Tiffany was pacing the house like a trapped animal.

What have you done to them? She confronted Rebecca. Why aren’t they listening? Fiona said they need rest. Fiona? Who are you talking about? Rebecca asked cautiously.

Don’t pretend. You’ve ruined everything. She comes every night, asking to help the children.

They need to be with her. Rebecca discreetly turned on the recorder on her phone. Tiffany continued her frantic monologue.

I’ve found a way. Slowly, little by little. They would just fall asleep and go to mom.

Alice, Rebecca quietly called the housekeeper. Call Marcus right now. Tell him to come immediately…