There were only three other family members who visited with any regularity, his nephews Trevor, Ian, and Lucas. They arrived with forced smiles and eager questions about his health, yet their eyes always drifted to the estate, the art, the cars, the jewelry that once belonged to Rose. Harold was not blind to their intentions. He knew they were waiting for him to fade so they could divide his fortune. Their visits felt like inspections. He began to wonder whether anyone around him would care for him if the money vanished.
So Harold designed an experiment. He wanted to find someone who knew nothing of his wealth, someone who would care for him without expectation. Through a small employment agency in a rural county, he hired a young woman named Paige Turner. She came from a farming community hours away and had never seen a mansion before. Her references spoke of diligence and kindness, and most importantly, she had no idea who Harold Whitman was.