The bright morning sun streamed through the massive glass windows of the grand estate.
Ethan stood in the center of the foyer while checking his gold wristwatch.
His family business demanded his full attention every single day of the week.
He carried the entire weight of his late father's legacy on his shoulders.
Victoria walked down the wide marble staircase wearing an expensive beige silk gown.
She smiled at Ethan, but her eyes remained cold and distant.
They had been married for only two short years after a sudden romance.
Ethan believed he had found the perfect partner to share his vast fortune.
He loved his baby son baby Ethan more than life itself.
The young boy was the sole heir to the massive family trust fund.
Clara quietly folded laundry in the corner near the massive grand pillars.
She had worked as a humble maid for the family for three years.
Clara noticed every small detail that happened inside the huge mansion walls.
She saw how Victoria looked at the sweet baby when Ethan left.
Victoria never held the child with any real warmth or tender care.
She treated the innocent infant like an inconvenient chore in her life.
Clara kept her head low while keeping a watchful eye on everything.
She promised herself that she would always keep the young boy safe.
Ethan grabbed his leather briefcase from the polished dark oak side table.
He gave Victoria a quick kiss on her pale painted cheek.
Ethan: I will be in meetings all day with the corporate board.
Victoria: Do not worry darling, everything here is completely fine.
Ethan walked out the grand front doors toward his waiting luxury car.
The heavy iron doors shut with a loud echoing thud behind him.
Victoria turned around and her fake smile instantly vanished from her face.
She looked down at the infant sleeping softly in his wooden crib.
Clara stepped forward to gently lift the baby into her arms.
Victoria: Leave him alone and go clean the upstairs guest rooms.
Maid Clara: I need to feed him his morning milk first, ma'am.
Victoria: I said leave us right now, Clara.
Clara felt a sharp knot of anxiety tighten deep in her stomach.
She turned around slowly and walked toward the grand central staircase.
She decided to wait near the upper balcony where nobody could see her.