Hannah sat Lily down on the plush velvet sofa in the grand living room.
She checked the child for any scratches or bruises while offering a warm cup of water.
Victoria marched down the stairs behind them, her face flushed with red anger.
Victoria: Pack your bags, Hannah, because your job here is officially over!
Hannah: I am not going anywhere until Mr. Wilmoth returns.
Victoria: This is my mansion, and I order you to get out right now!
Hannah: You only married him for the family trust fund and the property deed.
Victoria: Shut your mouth before I make sure you never work in this town again!
Hannah: I am calling Mr. Wilmoth this very second.
Victoria rushed forward and grabbed Hannah's phone straight out of her hand.
She threw the phone onto the hard floor, cracking the screen into pieces.
Lily cried out in fear and covered her eyes behind a sofa cushion.
Hannah stood tall, refusing to back down against the wealthy woman's threats.
Hannah: Breaking my phone will not hide what you did, Victoria.
Victoria: Who do you think Robert will believe? A loyal wife or a common housemaid?
Hannah: He loves his daughter more than anything in this world.
Victoria: That child stands between me and the entire family fortune.
Hannah: You just admitted your true motive out loud.
Victoria realized her mistake and clenched her hands into tight fists.
She stepped toward Lily again, trying to grab the girl's arm to drag her upstairs.
Hannah blocked Victoria's path once more, shoving her away from the sofa.
The tension in the living room reached a boiling point as footsteps approached outside.
Heavy boots resonated against the concrete porch outside the front entrance.
Hannah knew that help was finally arriving just in time.