The next morning arrived with heavy gray skies over the modern neighborhood.
Elena prepared fresh cereal and warm milk in the bright white kitchen.
Victoria walked in wearing her sharp, perfectly tailored beige luxury suit.
Her heels clicked loudly against the expensive gray porcelain tiles.
She glared down at little Lily sitting quietly in her high chair.
Victoria: Why is that child making so much noise today?
Elena: She is just playing with her toy spoon, ma'am.
Victoria: Clean this mess up right now, Elena.
Elena: The baby needs to eat her breakfast first, ma'am.
Victoria: I don't care about her breakfast schedule.
Victoria snapped her fingers impatiently near the shiny granite island.
She grabbed a heavy bowl of cold oatmeal off the counter.
Lily turned her head away and whimpered very softly in fear.
Victoria stepped closer to the helpless toddler with a harsh glare.
Victoria: Eat your food like an animal if you won't listen!
She tilted the bowl and poured cold yellow porridge over Lily.
The thick mess covered the child's hair and pink cotton shirt.
Lily burst into loud, heartbroken tears as the food dripped down.
Elena gasped in horror and dropped her cotton cleaning cloth immediately.
Elena: How dare you treat a tiny child like that!
Victoria: Mind your own business if you want your paycheck!
Elena rushed forward with a warm wet towel to cover Lily.
She lifted the crying child into her arms with deep compassion.
Victoria pulled out her gold powder compact and checked her makeup.
She showed zero remorse for humiliating the crying three-year-old baby.
Victoria: She needs to learn who runs this house now.
Elena: Mr. Mark will hear about every bit of this!
Victoria: Who do you think he will believe, old woman?
Victoria laughed coldly and tucked her phone back into her purse.
She believed her position in the household was completely secure today.
Elena wiped the sticky porridge from Lily's red, tear-stained cheeks.
The maid's heart burned with absolute rage and righteous determination.
She decided she would never allow this cruelty to continue further.
Elena pulled her mobile phone out from her hidden apron pocket.
She pressed the quick speed-dial button for Mark's direct line.
The phone rang three times before connecting to his quiet office.
Mark was just finishing his corporate morning meeting across town.
He answered the call expecting a quick routine update about Lily.
Instead, he heard the frantic crying of his beloved little girl.