The Baby Whisperer's Revenge: Stealing Back My Heiress

After they destroyed my face and left me for dead, I took on a new identity. I became an elite baby whisperer, charging millions for my uncanny ability to "translate" what infants wanted.

Unsurprisingly, the Sterling family paid a fortune to hire me to care for their sickly little heiress.

The moment I stepped through the front door, I "translated" the baby's cries:

"The little miss says that dog has to go. The dander is choking her."

"The little miss says the chef needs to be replaced. The food tastes terrible, and she refuses to eat it."